Novel & Cerita Black Butler Sebastian And Ciel Phantomhive

The fact that I had told him my true name, not my number, was going to be another problem—what the hell was going on in my head? There was a knock on the door to my room, and I opened it to see Sebastian—"Set'' for short. It was forbidden to call him by his name, so I only called him by his name when we were alone. He was called ‘Two’ every other time. Sebastian was one of the oldest here and also of high rank; he was also the favorite 'son'' of the Ghost. I wondered what would happen if ‘The Ghost’ knew how many times Sebastian had gone against him. The fact he told me his name, not caring about the fact that I could betray him, was something only a few here could do.

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.

She gave me a quick shake of the head, subtle but firm. I froze. Why? Then it clicked. Elder Luna Black hadn't looked at anyone else. Not Zaria. Not York. Not even Alpha Yardley. Like the rest of us were extras, and Sebastian was the only one on the call sheet. The silence that followed didn't feel awkward. It felt rehearsed. Familiar. Like everyone already knew their place. Finally, Sebastian broke the pattern. "Grandmother, this is Cecilia." His voice was calm, without a trace of hesitation. "My fated mate."

The two looked into each other's eyes. "We came from Academia," Sebastian answered. "Is that so? Can I know your names?" the older woman asked. Sebastian smiled and put the cup down. "I'm Sebastian Blood and this is my lover, Cassandra Reese," Sebastian introduced. The older woman looked surprised at she suddenly smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Helena," she said. They started talking while waiting. In a dark room, a man sat on the high chair holding a glass, "Did you already have her?" the Lord asked while drinking fresh blood.

Today for the 1st time, he realized that, how many times he had broken his father’s heart, because of his behaviour. “What do you mean, Sebastian?” Harrison asked while cupping his face. His heart was bleeding after seeing his ever so strong son in this state. Sebastian never let anybody see his weakened state, and if today he is falling weak, then it means there is something big happened or going to happen. “You killed Phoenix inside me, but I never knew that Benedict took the traits of Phoenix. I changed because I saw mom in that state, but Benedict...,” Seb halted while saying further, because he realized that he had promised his son that he would tell nobody.

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.”

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Sebastian turned to his Gamma, Pierce Holmes, and ordered coldly, "Inform the pack that I'll be holding the Luna Ritual for Zoreen even though she has passed. She will be the real Luna, and the only one I'll ever have. Those who refuse to show up will be exiled from the pack!" Nina stared at him in disbelief. She surged toward him and grabbed his arm, screaming, "Sebastian, are you out of your mind? How could Zoreen be your Luna? You said I was the one you loved, not to mention the fact that she's dead. How could this be possible?" Shrugging her off, Sebastian replied, "I promised Zoreen the Luna Ritual. What's the issue here?" Nina's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach.

Hence, no one can protest against a lycan’s declaration for that and you know it. ‘Look at the one who learnt nothing at school, but seems to know when to say “hence” and surely picked up a few ninja techniques to blackmail, not to forget that you understand royal traditions that suit your interests!’ I hissed. Titan licked our mate’s cheek softly, his own way of kissing her and said, ‘It’s not just my interest, Sebastian. She’s our interest,’ he pointed out, before we found ourselves flipped over and a knife near our neck. Her eyes said it all- tell me who you are?

Unexpectedly, I felt someone walk up behind me and lean over my shoulder to see what I was looking at. “What are we doing?” came Sebastian’s rugged voice, making my skin tingle. “We are spying on Zack,” I said, grinning. “Zack?” “Fine,” I made my voice deep and stuffy. “The Butler.” Sebastian looked down at me. His expression was hard to read, but his eyes sparkled. I began to think he liked having me around. “What is he doing with all those blood bags?” Sebastian gave me a shove, and I stumbled into the kitchen, looking guilty. The butler didn’t even look at me. He just said, flatly. “Done, spying.”