Hogwarts Legacy Sebastian Sallow Novels & Stories

By inch by painful inch, we cut a route through the mayhem with every enemy we killed. Then I saw them, our priceless kids Anna and Hendrix, standing strong and defiant among the destruction, like a lighthouse piercing the darkness. As I looked at their changed states the living symbols of our aristocratic ancestry pride sprang in my chest. But when I saw the sight materialize in front of them, that pride was quickly overshadowed by a chilly dread. Sebastian, hung and powerless, his life force vanishing as Sienna's deranged sorcery sapped him of all he was.

Sebastian is already two years older than the rest of his year class because before college he went for 2-years Alpha training. Sebastian looks himself in the mirror, he swipes his black hair away from his forehead but his stubborn hair falls right back. He’s got thick black hair, short from the sides, longer on the top. Hazel eyes which he inherited from his mom. Straight nose, strong jaw with a day old stubble and sharp cheekbones with freckles. Some say that he reminds an actor from some vampire diary shit series but Sebastian wouldn’t know since he doesn’t really watch tv or streaming channels. As an alpha Sebastian fits the expected physics for one. He’s 6ft3” with broad shoulders, ripp

"You….can't go in right now." "Just because my sister considers you an ally doesn't mean you can order me around, Sir Jane. I meant it when I said if that happened again, I would not hesitate to take your head," Sebastian said coldly, glaring at Marvis. Sebastian wasn't a threat that could be ignored. Even though he was primarily a scholar, they could tell he was not someone who was frail in the physical department. Not only did he tower above almost everyone he was around, his magic potential was dangerous. He was only a little weaker than Fredrich which meant he was evenly matched with Marvis.

"I buried him out back. Under the ice." He looked at Sebastian. "I stayed here to make sure no one else ever came looking for this place." "And then you showed up." [The Legacy] Sebastian looked at Jack. He realized why Jack hadn't shot them. Jack wasn't looking for a bounty. He was looking for answers. Or perhaps, closure. "I am not like them, Jack," Sebastian said. "I am trying to destroy this legacy. Not revive it." "Are you?" Jack pointed at Sebastian’s glowing eyes. "You have the same look he had. The hunger." "How long before you turn? Before you eat the girl?"

“You’re making this up to justify yourself—to make me hate them.” That was the denial that wouldn't change the truth. “Ask Sebastian,” I said coolly, watching her glare fslter. “He was there.” Her protests died in her throat, her eyes widening. “He was there?” I nodded, the memory rising sharp and bitter like gall. I could still see Drakon, his broad shoulders hunched with grief, dragging his only surviving son—Sebastian—through the mud and shadow toward that cursed village. I had thought him a fool then, reckless beyond reason. The witches had already taken Francis, his firstborn, reduced him to a charred husk with their sorcery. Why risk Sebastian, his last heir, by bringing him to their h

It would give him eyes and ears inside the fortress. As he worked, a shadow fell over him. Silas didn't flinch. He didn't look up immediately. He finished tightening a bolt with a slow, deliberate turn of the wrench before he turned his head. It was Sebastian Sorgentone. The Legend was standing five feet away, glistening with sweat, a towel draped around his thick neck. Up close, the "Hero" looked older. The lines around his eyes weren't just from the sun; they were from the dawning realization that he was outmatched.

He said sweetly. "Just so you know Aurora, Sebastian is a Vampire." Willow said. Aurora widened in surprise. That could explain his very pale skin. "And those bodyguards I had killed tonight are also Vampires, he is from the same Realm as we are." Willow told Aurora his eye was not leaving Sebastian. "What do you want?" He directed his question to Sebastien. "Told you, I came here to see Arabella, she stole something that belongs to me and I am here to retrieve it from her." Sebastian responded.

Andy stopped speaking as he looked at the changes in his grandfather's body and face. Sebastian has truly transformed into a different figure, a handsome man with pale skin, silver hair, and reptile-like green pupils. “Hello, Andy. My name is Soraka. I am a powerful dragon from the land of The Mythe, and I will discuss something important with you by meeting you later.” Sebastian's face had returned to normal, and he smiled mysteriously at Andy. “Damn it! What was that, Grandpa?” “His name is Soraka; he is your companion and a figure from that ring.”

I shrug, taking a step back, my calfs knocking against the trunk behind me. “Not till I calm down?” He asks in shock, “How dare you! do you not realize who you’re speaking to?!” “Some weirdo who got himself trapped in a locket,” I state with a shrug. “You insolent little brat! My name is Sebastian Hawthorne or as I’m better known as; The Darkness.” He states, puffing his chest up with pride. “Doesn’t ring a bell…” “Has your mother’s side of the family taught you nothing?!” He asks in shock.

I say quietly. Lucian curses under his breath. “Sebastian?” I don’t answer. Eighty figures step forward from the darkness. Black cloaks. Silver blades. Their eyes glow faintly in the dim light. Mer men. These ones carry the scent of royal territory. Sebastian. My lips slowly curl into a smile. “You people really don’t value your lives.” One of them steps forward. Tall. Scar across his jaw. His voice is cold. “Cassain Thoraex”