White Steven Novels & Stories

Steven was his best friend, and he needed him to be like Nelson. By the time the coffee was ready, Steven was getting out of the shower and Luke noticed something red on his neck. He asked him about it and Steven grabbed it for a minute and said how it was nothing. It didn't feel like nothing. It felt like there was something that Steven was keeping from him. It looked like a hickey.

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

Would he? Then something changed in the air. A pressure. A presence. The smoke swirled, and through it came something massive. Something white. A wolf. But not a wolf. Too big. Too old. Its fur glowed in the emergency lighting, and its eyes, ancient, knowing, fixed on Stevens with an intelligence that was decidedly not animal. Stevens fired. Three shots. Center mass. The bullets passed through the wolf like it was made of mist. "Bozhe moy," Alexei breathed. "The White Wolf. The old stories..."

Soon, Steven and his gang from his company reached the venue. Immediately, both Daisy and I welcome them in. Steven was born mixed-blood and was six feet tall. His feature feature was chiseled, and he was quite outspoken. “Welcome!” “Hello! Nice to meet you all!” The second he made his entrance, he instantly garnered everyone’s undivided attention. Celebrities from all walks of life come forward to know him. “Wow! So, that’s the CEO of JK Technologies. He is a famous bachelor!” “Goodness gracious! I never thought he had been so young and handsome.”

“I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here, but my father …” “Viktoria, your father and I came to an agreement. It really is the best for everyone.” Fynn wouldn’t look me in the eye, which was very strange because he was always so confident. “What are you talking about?” I frowned as he scratched the back of his head. “This isn’t easy for me to say, but I, Fynn of the woodland werewolves …” He hesitated and I could hear his breathing become laboured.

A small smile emerged on his face as he said, “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” I nodded, "I’m Elena and thankyou.” The smile didn’t vanish away and he turned towards the boys telling them to introduce themselves. The hazel eyed boy looked at me with those dark eyes, "Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.” They weren’t fond of introductions. Next one had tattoos all over his skin that made him look scary, his deep blue eyes held immense hatred and the darkness around him told me to stay away. “Elias, 18.”

"So what are you going to ask them?" "Nothing, for now, I just want to see them." And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his lips chapped. A golden stud gli

"It's Loraine's uncle Jay. I want you to meet him and know him better. He'll be of great help to you for your studies and business." "Okay," I nod and sit down. Another cup of coffee later, a black Sedan comes to a stop on the gravel driveway beside this lawn. Mr. Steve places his half-eaten biscuit on the plate and stands up. "My best man!" He spreads his arms as a man gets out of the car. He's a short height, almost 5'5. I stand up too and see his bald head, his twisted smile, and glinting evil eyes. I stumble back and hold the chair. My heart feels like drowning. Only if Dad had shot Joshua Stevens instead of Mom.

a thick, calm voice said from the shadows. I turned toward the voice and saw Mr. Steven standing at the entrance of the narrow hallway. One of his hands was tucked into his black pants pocket. His dark gaze stared into mine, a clear warning gesture even though he had not raised his voice. "I am sorry, Mr. Steven," I said, the smirk still lingering on my lips as I stood my ground. "But I have no idea what you are talking about." A tiny grin pulled up the corner of his mouth. "I like the fact that you are pretending, but I do not feel the need to warn you or remind you of your place in the Eastview hockey team, unless you want me to go through the stress of doing that."

“But to answer your question, yes, I am. He wants to teach me how to protect myself. I think he said something about a sword.” “Did he say anything else, because I see you’re holding something back.” Ava closed her eyes for a moment before turning to her friend and whispered. “He said something about me being a unicorn from another world. Who is sent here to learn something about a black dragon named Blackie.” Ava’s eyes became sad. “I think he’s here.” “Here at the school?” “That I don’t know,” Ava’s eyes shot towards the door, where she saw Dustin Andrews standing at the other side of the door. Seeing him through a small window. “But he is close by from what I can understand.”