Reign Sebastian Novels & Stories

"Wow, what a special gift from Mr. Sebastian." Deg Renata did not expect Bastian to give himself to an old man named Charlos. ***

His voice was laced with accusation. Tristan's voice remained calm, a stark contrast to Sebastian's growing frenzy, "Sebastian, I suggest you regain your composure and consider the seriousness of the situation. It is my responsibility to provide you with the truth, no matter how difficult it may be. Would you prefer false hope and empty promises that could lead to the loss of your mate's life? I am here to guide you through this, but I cannot guarantee her safety and keep any of you under false hopes. The risks are substantial, and it is my duty to be transparent."

“If I can’t kill her to get her powers... I’ll bind her to me. That way, her magic becomes mine either way.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, my lord.” I stepped toward the large window, looking out at the dark horizon. “You may have the earth’s favor, Saraphina,” I whispered. “But soon, you’ll have no choice but to fall into my hands. Because all my years of perfect plotting will not be in vain.” I deserve to rule. I deserve to be king. And that’s exactly what I would become—no matter how long it takes. I’ve spent years watching Lucian from the shadows, studying his every move. He might be the feared Lycan King, but I was smarter than him.

He cradled her close, rage burning in him. He turned to Brago. His eyes glowed. Wolf-like. Fierce. “If you ever do this again… I will kill you.” Brago scoffed. “You think you stand above us? Not this time. No killer of my beloved shall live!” “Choose to stay,” Brago growled. “Fight me. Let us see who truly rules.” “Enough, both of you!” Ria shouted—then froze. Sebastian’s gaze was like fire. “We are done,” Sebastian said coldly.

Sebastian said before I could say anything in response to her. “Yes, your majesty,” she said, bowing her head again. “I’m so sorry for being disrespectful.” “I won’t allow this kind of disrespect in my kingdom,” he growled. “Of course,” she breathed. “I promise, it will never happen again.” Her attitude had completely transformed; I couldn’t believe the kind of power Sebastian had over others. I watched their exchange with such awe; as did everyone else. “No…” he said. “It won’t. I’ll be sure of that going forward.”

"As always, my virtue is efficiency." The Monsignor looked at him for a long, scary time and then gave him a small smile. "And your vice is vanity." "Maybe," Kaspian smiled. Selene looked worried at Sebastian. Her vision was poor, but she could hear and feel his chest moving under the bag. She felt queasy. There was no reason for Sebastian to look this way. It was thought that he was the only person in the world who could stand up to their dad. He now looked like a person. Not strong.

Sebastian suddenly growled, the sound low and threatening, his voice sounding slightly chocked. "Hahahah..." Gregorio laughed once more hearing Sebastian's threat. "What are you going to do, your men are outside still fighting for their lives, they never stood a chance, you are powerless, so keep quiet and watch me kill your wife, but don't worry, you'll soon be following her in a minute!" Sebastian intensified his struggle, appearing so intimidating that the men in his vicinity instinctively retreated a few steps. Despite his efforts, he was unable to break free from the restraints that bound him.

Sebastian said lightly, “what happened here will look like your counterstrike alone. My men were never here.” “And you?” Dominic asked. Sebastian’s smile returned, thin and sharp. “I was never dead.” He said softly. “I was waiting.” He then turned and nodded to the woman who saved Enzo and whispered something to her. “This is my daughter, Celestina.” He introduced proudly. “Former Navy SEAL, top of her class and had been through wars like this more than our fingers can count. She’ll take care of your wife wherever she goes.” Then he stepped back into the shadows.

As for Sebastian she was what he had after his mother died. He was genuinely grateful to her for raising him well. But there was someone else that he didn't quite catch. "Please take a seat.” His head bowed even more hearing his father’s voice from behind and did as asked. Sebastian glanced around, squinting his eyes to get a better idea of who the others were but to his frustration he couldn’t. They were new, he concluded. “Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.”

he said, almost spitting it like it burned his tongue, “but my throne is more important to me.” The silence after felt deafening, crushing. Raine stared at him, stunned at first, then let out a bitter laugh that scraped against her throat. Of course. Of course, it came with conditions. Of course, Sebastian’s feelings were measured, calculated, weighed against the scale of his ambition. Her mind flickered like lightning—Sebastian’s words now echoing with the same venom Carlos once used to twist her heart. Promises with strings attached. Affection that only mattered if it fit into their kingdom, their pride, their throne.