Black Butler Sebastian X Reader Novels & Stories

The bedroom door swung open abruptly, capturing the attention of Tera and Nora. They turned simultaneously to see Sebastian standing in the doorway, anger flashing in his eyes. Sebastian was dressed in a black kimono and satin pants, with nothing else underneath. His bare chest was partially exposed, leaving little to the imagination. Sebastian and black satin were a deadly combination. He looked incredibly hot, a sight that would make any woman swoon. Unfortunately, Tera was used to seeing him like this, so she was able to control her expression when she saw Sebastian looking incredibly alluring. Tera and Nora disregarded Mr. Lim's anger and focused back on their activities.

He moved his face away from the cake; now, his fair complexion and white skin had turned black. The little cake pulled inside his mouth—he looks at everything with wide eyes. “Screwed up!” Asher shut up while closing his ears with his hands, looking at Sebastian. “Sebastian!” She ran while standing beside him. Sebastian looked at Angelina and gritted his teeth while growling like a tiger and the sound was enough to scare her. She closed her eyes in anger while expecting a slap on her cheek—she was shivering and her entire body was trembling. He sighed while stepping out of the place and making his way to his bedroom.

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.

And me, the foolish center of all of it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to vanish. I wanted God help me to be kissed again. Instead, I stood with my palms pressed flat to the desk, shaking like the wood might steady me. Sebastian hadn’t moved. He stood where I’d left him, chest rising like he’d swallowed fire, his hand white-knuckled against the desk edge. His eyes burned into mine, dark and endless, and I could still taste the desperation he’d poured into me. Blake was different. His face was pale, jaw tight, his fists trembling with restraint. He wasn’t fire he was stone. Breaking himself from the inside to keep from breaking me.

He asked in confusion. "To make your life more miserable and take Heaven." "Let me get this straight, you stayed with me all this while and plotted this, you retrieved the Vane and made a fool out of me to help Jamie, you went over to this people and convinced them to rage a war against me too, what the fuck? What are you blackmailing them with?" Sebastian smiled beautifully but a Dark pain lurked beneath it. And not only that, you want my mate. I'll fight you to the ends of the earth and make sure it never happens."

Sebastian won't hesitate to make Kian suffer to spill the words about the mastermind behind all the criminal operations. "Sir, please," Grayson pleads as Sebastian opens the grey room's door. His legs fail him, and he doesn't find the energy to walk inside. Sebastian turns on the lights and scoffs at Kian, who's peacefully sleeping on the ground. "Someone is living the luxurious life here. Stand up," he orders, but he gets no answer. Sebastian crouches down and pushes him, but Kian doesn't move. "He fainted," he mutters, making Grayson widen his eyes, "Pathetic," Sebastian stands up, "Call our doctor," he says before leaving the room.

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

His hand moved to Thea’s waist, and without realizing it, he leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them. “Not because I hate them,” Thea answered quietly, her voice sounding sad to Sebastian’s ears. “I just want to be out of their reach. I want to be a little selfish.” Thea felt warmth from Sebastian’s hand on her waist. She rested her hand on his arm, noticing the difference in their skin tones. Sebastian’s arm was darker, sturdy, and slightly hairy. The gentle touch of Thea’s fingertips, done unconsciously, made it even harder for Sebastian to control himself as his body responded quickly.

“You feel it, don’t you? The pull. The power. It doesn’t belong here with weakness. It belongs with strength. With me.” My lip curled. Tears burned tracks through the dirt on my face, but my voice stayed steady. “No.” The word landed hard. Caleb’s face twisted. “Wrong choice.” He exploded forward, his claws lengthened in an instant, slashing toward my chest. I threw my hands up, desperate to call the light back, but it sputtered, thin, faltering. I braced for the rip of flesh. A black shape crashed between us. Sebastian. He took the strike full force. Caleb’s claws punched through his chest with a sickening tear of muscle and bone. Sebastian grunted, blood spraying from his mouth, yet he loc