Ikemen Vampire Sebastian Novels & Stories

Sebastian said with a smirk, on which Swara gave him a confused look, but later her eyes went wide, and she said, “Don’t tell me you are a werewolf?” She asked with shocked expressions. “No, we are not any werewolves,” Sebastian said in a calm voice. On hearing him, Swara took a sigh of relief, but his next words shook her to the core. “In actual we are vampires,” Sebastian said in a dark tone. To be continued...

As Helena arrived at the abandoned factory, she could feel the tension building inside her. She knew that she was getting closer to Drake, but she also knew that she needed to be careful. She had no idea what she was walking into. As she crept around the factory, she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned around quickly, her hand already reaching for her stake. "Who are you?" she demanded, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. A vampire emerged from the shadows, his hands held up in surrender. "Please, I mean you no harm," he said. "My name is Sebastian."

"No, Master." Sebastian placed his hand on Elijah's shoulder and squeezed. "Look at me." Elijah obeyed. Crimson clashed with Scarlet. "Good," Sebastian said. "I was once a witch but was given the immeasurable honor to be part of something greater. To be immortal. Ferocious. A ruler. I was twenty-two when I was made a vampire through dark magic. That was one hundred and forty-two years ago. I and the other vampires dominated for decades. Until the other factions grew jealous and conspired to overthrow us."

I began the spell Georgia had taught me, ingrained into my very psyche. My cousin propped his brother up in front of him, wrapping his arms around his torso from behind and pressing their faces together. “Ben, no…” Sebastian wept, crying out. “You need him awake,” the vampire asked, as he appeared in front of me, a large dark cloak covering him. I certainly had questions about him being out here with the sun up … alas another thing I’m not meant to know. I nodded and watched as he slit his wrist, dropping his blood into Ben’s open mouth that Sebastian held.

"No. I'm not turning my Allena into a vampire. She would never forgive me for depriving her of the sun. And if she becomes vampire, it means she stave for blood, and I only want her to starve for me and even after putting all this thing's side and made her vampire his position will below from Boss, Man and Type and I never let this happen. My Allena never bows her head Infront of Vampires." Air flicked her white hair. "She is not going to bow her head towards anyone Jonathan, she is your lover no one dare to think her low and don't forget your options are rather limited. Very few races are immortal. Only some powerful angels, the Devil, and vampires and some demon, so I think for your Allena

Sebastian took out his spoon and began to eat and I did same, raising the spoon to my mouth and feasting. Finally, one of the elders, a gray-haired man with a scar running down his jaw, leaned forward. “Sebastian,” he said, his voice dripping with disapproval. “You’ve brought a human into our circle. And not just any human. One you’ve been glued to as though she were your equal.” My throat tightened. Sebastian, on the other hand, calmly cut into his food like the man hadn’t spoken at all. The elder’s voice sharpened. “We demand an explanation.”

It was an undeniable truth, a topic of whispers and gossips for every lycan in the entire continent—North, West, East or South. Sebastian of Helios is a freak of nature. He shouldn't exist. No werewolf like him should exist. He is sick, twisted, and disgusting. And he laid hands on an already corrupted Veronica. He indulged her madness and faults so she strayed far away towards a path I cannot save her from anymore. Hell, I don’t want to save her any longer. After the wrong she did to me and this entire attempt of crushing my pack. She can rot and die with that new demonic husband of hers. They belong together. Two atrocities intertwined with each other.

I replied truthfully,not hiding or leaving any stone unturned. “Did you consummate your…..” I didn’t let him finish as I hit the table. “Yes I did but am not the first and I won’t be the last,I know it” I yelled. “As the council head and the oldest vampire in zikia,I there by sentence the pet of Lord Damien to a brutal death by blood draw” he stated as I looked into his eyes. It held nothing, just determination,anger…….. blood drawn is too much, she’ll die in pain and I can’t let that.

She looked at the large image of Jesus Christ on the cross; even though she was in the far back, she could clearly see the image of Jesus Christ due to its size. "The Philippines can't really compare to other countries; there are huge differences in everything," she said. After that, she stood up and began to pray. "Lord, I know how fascinated I am by vampires, but can't you make this vampire hunting journey easier for me? Can you please assist me in putting my curiosity about them to rest?" Cyrille prayed in desperation. "I don't asked to see a bunch of vampires; I just want to see one. Just let me see one of them, please. Please? Lord?" She pleaded, blinking her eyes like a child begging a