Romans & histoires Kuroshitsuji Sebastian Michaelis

She was the blade, but someone else held the hilt. And then, through the roaring chaos, came the sound of laughter—dark, triumphant, cruel. Sebastian. He stood like a conductor before an orchestra of ruin, arms raised, his expression euphoric. The blood moon crowned him in red, and the shadows curled around him like loyal beasts. “Do you see now, Killian?” he called, voice loud enough to cut through the storm. “You didn’t lose her. You delivered her to me!” My fury burst loose in a guttural snarl.

My heart just pounded so fast. And then Sebastian started laughing. “What happened to you, Alpha Massimo? Why are you listening to this girl? Haven't you been heartless before?” Sebastian asked, his sneer almost reached his ears. Massimo's expression darkened as he looked at Sebastian. “Can you shut up, Sebastian? I am not asking for your opinion. Just wait for your order!” Massimo replied, still wearing his dark aura. Sebastian couldn't help but gasp from Massimo's chilling words for him. Hearing those made him shut up.

Sebastian snorted like a hunting dog and playfully bit Tera's jaw. Tera groaned in frustration as Sebastian's hand grabbed her jaw and brought their faces together. In the dimness of the room and the silence of their journey, Tera could see the dark silhouette of Sebastian staring at her with intense desire. With his sharp facial bone structure, he resembled a top-tier mafia from a pirate nation, willing to kidnap a young girl for his own satisfaction. Yes, Sebastian was indeed kidnapping her, forcing her to take care of his child and using her at his will in bed. He was a mafia to women!

Sebastian ignored her and said to Micah, "Mr. Stallone, I have a piece of advice for you. If you don't keep an eye on this sister of yours, I'm afraid that her life will be in danger tonight." "You…" Micah's expression changed, and there was an icy flash in his eyes. Ordinarily, he would've made Sebastian pay for what he had just said. However, Sebastian had acted so smoothly when he'd pulled the charm out, transformed it into fire, and saved Melissa. It was clear that Sebastian was from a mystic sect.

“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

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.

There was the angry Luna, definitely she was in a corner, in which Luna seeing that she would not have an answer from her friend, she decided to just continue the trail of blood, while her friend tried to stop her, but every time she tried to hold her, she didn't succeed, because Alice was only a recently converted unlike Luna who was at that time a pure blood, something with she couldn't do much and just when the girl got to those stairs that led to the dungeons, she managed to understand everything perfectly "He was my grandfather, wasn't he…? Did Sebastian kill him…?" Of course he had, he had promised that he would murder everyone who had hurt her and it was not surprising that he had tak

Her mother’s eyes in her final moments. The weight of the crown she never wanted. The crystal above Damien pulsed, and with every beat, his skin split with light. He was unraveling. “No—no, no, no,” she whispered, stepping forward, hands trembling. “There has to be another way!” A second figure appeared from the shadows. Sebastian. But not as she remembered him. His eyes glowed with the mark of the Elders, and he held a dagger made of obsidian and ash. Silent. Watching. Waiting.

“Get some caffeine in you. I’ll go get Marcus and Jacob.” He disappeared from the doorway, and Sebastian took the opportunity to do exactly as Michael instructed. By the time he finished his first cup, Michael had returned with their friends in tow. Sebastian poured two more cups and carted them into the bedroom, his gaze landing on a rather green looking Marcus curled up in the fetal position at the foot of the mattress. “Here,” Sebastian said, holding out the cup to Marcus. “Drink up.” The smaller boy reached out with a shaky hand and took the drink, sitting up enough so he wouldn’t spill it. “I love you.”

Sebastian’s hands stroked my face, wiping away the bloody tears. “As for the incubus,” Sebastian began as he pulled towels from under the sink. “An incubus can be killed easily when he is in his true form, if you have a cursed dagger like the Assassin had. And he isn’t dead Christine, he was just returned to the Underworld. That is why there is no body, it was returned to where it was supposed to be all along.” I hummed in understanding. I don’t know why I had felt sorry for Wyatt, I mean, Ir’ak, when he stood in front of me. Now I was glad he was gone. He wouldn’t hurt anyone on earth and he certainly wouldn’t hurt me playing with my feelings.