Reign Sebastian Novels & Stories

“You are too late, Alpha Cassian Veyraith!” My blood turned to ice, and before Magnus could spew another deranged laugh, I snapped, rage detonating through my veins. I grabbed his hind leg and tore it clean off with a single, vicious pull. His screams rippled through the silent battlefield. “Stop whining!” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury. “And answer my damn question.” Magnus writhed, his eyes rolling in pain. He forced it out through ragged growls. “Sebastian… is on his way… to claim the royal throne… with Silver Wolf’s powers.”

That would just make things worse. Celene’s jaw tightened. “This is not your place, Your Highness.” “On the contrary,” he replied evenly. “The engagement linking our kingdoms concerns me directly. If your sister is to support you, she must not be humiliated in front of the court.” A hush fell over the room. Morgana detached herself from the column, intrigued. Celene’s eyes sharpened to daggers. “I’m teaching her.” “You are undermining her,” Damon countered. My knees felt weak.

Nothing escaped him. “I needed air,” Sebastian said simply. His face betrayed nothing. The King’s sword froze mid-swing. His gaze snapped to his son sharp, piercing, like steel cutting to the bone. “You are Crown Prince of the Royal Pack. Heir to the last true Alpha bloodline. You do not have the luxury of recklessness.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened until his teeth ached. Reckless? No. Reckless was too small a word. What he had done could not be explained, could not be forgiven. But he swallowed it down, locking it behind a mask of stone.

Seb said and turned his face on the other side. Harry, who saw this, took a deep breath, as he knew that he would never tell him anything. “Why were you angry?” Harry asked while changing the topic. “Someone is trying to kill Theo,” Seb said and ruffled his hair in frustration. Harry, who heard this, becomes shocked and said, “Who and why?” “Don’t forget dad, he is the son of a King of Kings, and I know from the start that many enemies will take birth because I won the title. But my sons are already the heirs of this title from the start,” Seb said.

“There is no greater insult to the throne.” He raised his hand again. “No, Your Majesty! Please, I plead for mercy,” Quinn screamed, hugging the King’s feet. “Leo was seduced! He did not know what he was doing. Your Highness, Leo would never do this deliberately.” “The orb has spoken. I have no control. You will be justly punished for your crimes,” Sebastian said and the ground beneath Leo cracked with a thunderous rumble. Chains forged of spectral silver erupted and latched onto his wrists and ankles, yanking him backward in front of the King’s feet.

"This is it. This is the smoking gun." Sebastian handed the tape to Jackson. Then he looked at Serenity with a soldier's resolve. "I have been hiding here like a rat for twenty-five years, Princess," Sebastian stood up straight. "But if you are returning to claim your throne... then I am ready to serve one last time." "I am old. I have one leg. But I still know how to shoot." Serenity wiped her tears. She looked at the old, scarred warrior who had given everything for her family.

He walked out of the dungeons and told the guards to send the body back to the kingdom for burial. We met King Quincy and Queen Lori outside and King Quincy put a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, “I, King Quincy Renault, appoint you, Sebastian Renault, heir to throne of the Southern Werecat Kingdom. I know you and your mate, Princess Adele Parker, will rule with fairness, compassion and honesty.”

“They say he earned it by bringing war wherever he goes. Entire provinces reduced to ash. He is brilliant, yes, but merciless. Unforgiving. He rarely speaks, but when he does, his words are law.” My stomach knotted. “And the war?” I pressed, though dread already prickled beneath my skin. She nodded gravely. “King Sebastian destroyed four provinces in less than a month. No survivors. He was only twenty-five. Now, years later, he claims to want peace, though no one can explain why.” Peace? From a man bathed in blood? I turned away, pacing toward the window, the cold sunlight pouring over me like judgment. “Why would a man like that want peace?”