Novel & Cerita Kuroshitsuji Sebastian Michaelis

Micheal scoffed and said "You know I won't give up. She has to pay for knowing our existence." Sebastian clicked his tongue before saying "You know, I'm starting to feel that there's something else driving you to kill her so bad". Hearing Sebastian's words, Micheal was a bit tensed but he tried to mask it. Well, it was useless to do so since Sebastian had already felt it coming from him. In a millisecond, Micheal saw himself being squeezed on the wall by Sebastian and Sebastian's sword was already deep inside Micheal's body. Sebastian's golden eyes were shining like the sun as he peered into Micheal's soul. "If you trouble Ariel again, you will never have peace." With that, he drew the sword

“It matters a lot.” It was interesting to watch Kaleb’s happy go lucky demeanor fall away into one of fresh anger and determination. I had no doubt whatever it was did matter a lot, even if it was in the past. When Isaac pulled me into his lap, I felt as if I was being used as a shield to protect him from Kaleb’s impending wrath. “Karabasan - or Bas, as he’s come to be known by - is a demon. He raped several human women, and built himself an army of sex demons a couple hundred years ago.”

The moustache is the only good thing about him—Sebastian Primrose, the third strongest werewolf in our Pack. The corner of his lips lifted into a dirty smile as Laila and I made it to the front. “My, my, if it isn’t the mighty Lucas Redbane.” His thick voice dosed heavily in the air, reeking of blood and despair. This is how he’d always smelled. Sebastian always yearns for a fight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had one before coming here. “It’s Beta Lucas to you, Sebastian.” I quipped back in the iciest manner my chords could proffer.

POSEIDON POV I WAS GOING TO MURDER HIM. Fuckin’ cold. “What? I did not nothing.” Sebastian rolled his shoulder backward before wiping his bloodied lip, then stole a glance behind me where stood Pierre, and smiled. He didn’t have the right to fuckin’ look at him.

Seb growled low into the dark room. He lowered the gun to his side and stepped directly into my space. He didn't look at the fleeing men. His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with a wild, volatile mixture of raw grief, violent possessiveness, and lethal obsession. “You,” Seb whispered rasply. My throat tightened, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Sebastian.” Seb took another step forward, his large, calloused hand reaching out to grab my wrist in a crushing grip, yanking my body straight against his broad chest.

Cronous continued to push on his buttons but he was too exhausted to even try and get up. “Escort Mr. Akurst back to his car. Make sure he learns his… lesson,” Cronous instructed and the old looking man nodded his head. Clyde thought he could fight him, but when Cronous left, the hell began. Sebastian didn’t harm his face further, but targeted vital organs on his torso. Powerful kicks that sends him a few steps back. He tried to crawl and walk away but Sebastian followed like a predator hunting his prey. “I will now escort you to your car, Mr. Akurst,” Sebastian uttered in a formal tone while smiling, only making him more terrified.

“No going back now.” I chuckled, and we descended the stairs. My father nodded here and there. I felt eyes on me from everywhere in the room. The only set I paid attention to was a deep blue in the corner. Sebastian wore a similar black tuxedo to my father’s. He was straight as a board with a neutral expression. His black hair was recently trimmed and styled to a modern, messy look. He was a dark, handsome, brooding vampire—the kind books were written about. His bright eyes set my blood on fire.

Elijah responded, sending them a death glare which had them shut up. He returned back his attention to Kaira and Sebastian who stood in front of him, “You’ve been really dinning with the enemy.” He commented with sinister smile. “Get out of the way, Elijah.” Sebastian said coldly, stepping in front of Elijah which would have intimidated the average person considering Sebastian’s height but Elijah was equally tall. “Or what, Sebastian? You would kill me too?” Elijah asked mockingly. “Why not tell her the truth yourself?” He added, his eyes glinting with something dark.

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

The witches lay dead on the ground. And behind me. “Holy shit.” Sebastian’s voice, muffled but clear, broke through. I turned slowly. He was still inside the orb, his hands pressed against the blue light, his face pale but his eyes. His eyes were on me. Wide. Terrified. Not one of them. Of me. The orb flickered once, then dissolved, fading into sparks that scattered into the air. Sebastian stumbled forward, his voice tumbling out too fast, too loud. “Rowan, what the hell what even are you? You just” His hands flailed, pointing at the corpses, at the shattered clearing, at me. “You could’ve told me you were some kind of…of wizard Terminator or whatever”