Reign Sebastian Novels & Stories

“Yes, Your Majesty, I had asked Kaili to duel with Your Majesty's son in the first attempt. The result, between Kaili and the Son of Your Majesty the King, is both a draw. Neither of them is superior. It's just that, because at that time my research was not perfect, Your Majesty's Son had a fairly short lifespan of only seven days after his resurrection." “Hem… Equal to Kaili, huh? Good… That was enough to annihilate the warriors in Caihong. Order my children to crush all warriors from all factions! I hate those buggers!”

"Sebastian?" "Why, you're surprised to see your brother visiting, eh?" asked Bastian, walking up to him. In the darkness, Bastian's sharp eyes lit up and seemed to be eyeing his prey. Like a Jaguar, ready to keep an eye on its prey. A predatory animal that could swim and climb trees. Even the running is very fast and aggressive. Right now, Tristan, who had killed many people, really felt intimidated by the figure in front of him, who didn't even carry any weapons.

“Suited for his place, we give him the present he deserves. Don’t worry Your Highness, you will join him soon” And so Pallad’s chuckle covered the whole place as he saw how helpless the king was. ‘I was your dog before but look at you now, if I ask you to bark, what is your difference with one?’ Ruling his land with all his heart, he did no wrong but ended up falling from his reign for a sin he never did. In the center of the kingdom’s palace, with a podium created especially for him, Alexis had his hands cuff-tied. Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot.

"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.

I waited thinking if I really should tell him this– “Princess, you may instruct me on anything if it is about my master's well-wish.” Den replied honestly, encouraging me. “Actually, Sebastian is stubborn and needs to phase often before he can get a grip on his body. If not, he will become unstable and might lose his eye-sight forever. You haven’t noticed but he was already half-blind before this.” I spoke out my mind, shocking poor Den. He nodded in understanding and our body went cold when we heard a gasp that didn’t belong to either of us.

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.

Sebastian told him that he had come to inquire as to whether the king might recover, and Ramus said that he supposed he also knew of his plans. "Plans?" "To kill the king. Sebastian told him that the king would surely recover were it not for his death by his own hands, and Adrien shook when he said it. Then, Sebastian pointed a finger to address him, also, and he told Adrien that he would see the destruction of Pyre from storehouse to basilica, that he would burn the city with fire and leave women childless. He said that because the two of them have turned to bloodshed and determined evil against us, they will live by their swords and die by their sabers; they will search for their enemies,

HE warned Sebastian, as whatever Sebastian wanted was too big. Sebastian growled angrily as he heard HIM trying to change Sebastian's mind. “I don't care if you ask me to kill my own child, or my father or even my brother. I will do anything. But I want the throne.” Sebastian growled back at HIM in annoyance. To say that Sebastian was determined to push Loid off of the cliff was an understatement. He was ready to bury his family alive just to get whatever he wanted.