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Ven pushes the old butler away after he tried to hug him. “Now that you get it please do what I was intending you to do.” Just like the others, Sebastian is stubborn and decides not to listen to Ven’s orders and so he had to resort in having to send the butler in their dining room for him to eat his meal. “Please feed Sebastian if you have to.” He orders the others after tying him up in a chair. The other maids and attendants witness all of it for themselves and could not believe that Sebastian had to go against his motto that he shares to everyone everyday and nod their heads to their master’s order.

“Of course, I know that you still have to cope up with new work. Especially when you don’t have experience.” “Thanks, Sebastian!” “No problem,” he smiled. Sebastian looked like he’s in 40s. I didn't know his age because I belive that's rude to ask. With his killer smile, he has jet black eyes that would surely capture every woman’s attention. He was handsome, however he was too pale, and tall. I wonder if it’s his normal color? Was he human or a werewolf too? I want to ask but I don’t want to sound rude if I do that.

“I’m sorry, little Ember. It’s just that Uncle Nik is so crazy about Aunt Blakely. I couldn’t let her go anymore.” The sight touched my heart. Nik’s gentleness amused me, and I couldn’t help but watch them while smiling widely. I felt someone looking at me, so I looked at Nik’s friend. He’s sitting on the single couch like a king. His legs were parted, and when our gazes met, he gave me a small smile. “I’m Sebastian. Feeling better?” His voice was cold, and yet soothing, just like Nik’s. Nodding, I smiled at him. “Yes. Thank you. I’m Blakely, by the way.”

Even Charles the only one he had thought strong had never showed such power. "Ow!" Sebastian looked at him standing there like a powerful figure. He could not tell why but he could feel it too, it was like his blood was boiling to fight him against his will. Like the man standing before him was his greatest enemy. It was the first time he experienced such a feeling. "Who are you?" Antonio raised his left hand to his back and pulled out a black sword that reflected in the light, it did not look like steel at all but something more. Sebastian summoned his sword in his right and readied himself. Clearly this was not a matter to be discussed.

She would turn and twist around, then parry with him, and before one could say anything further, more of them had come to watch, starting from those on patrol. Sebastian was enjoying what was happening, and instead of ending the fight, he continued leading her on and on above her limits until he noticed exhaustion in her. He was the alpha, but if he was being honest, the child did appear to have almost worn him out with her speed. He knew that had he been mortal or perhaps a hunter, she would have won long ago. But he was Sebastian of Blackwell, one of the last survivors of his family's name. He could not allow himself to be disgraced by the graceful skills of a child.

“For now.” The words nearly bent her in half. Slowly, Elena crouched and placed Bunny on the gravel. Rain darkened his fur almost at once. The little rabbit looked abandoned there, small and pathetic in the middle of the path. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. To Leo. To Adrian. To every version of herself that had ever believed love could keep people safe. Then she stood and walked on. The chapel doors opened before she reached them. Sebastian Blackwood waited inside. He was taller than he had looked on the screen, dressed in a black coat that turned him into part of the shadows. He had Elias’s eyes, Adrian’s mouth, and a smile that belonged to neither of them.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

Sebastian. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine. The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared behind those eyes. Rage, yes—but something deeper.

her words got caught in her throat as she beheld the look in Sebastian's eyes. "I said stop." He growled, his fangs bared to her horrified gaze. "Bastian," she whispered trembling. The sword clattered to the ground. "My sweet Aurora," he growled, exposing her tender neck. "Sebastian, stop," she whispered, pleading but he was far gone, his features resembled not that of a human with his pale whitish face and bloodshot eyes but that of a demon from the underworld. "My sweet, sweet Aurora," his fangs grazed her neck.

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.