Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

My fingers balled into fists at my sides, and the hairs on the back of my neck pricked. Then he spoke loudly. Cruel, sharp, and loud. "I'm surprised they're accepting third-rate painters now." Conversational murmurs ceased. Everyone turned to face us. He was there when I turned. Sebastian. Wearing a sleek black suit, he stood across the room and stared at me with icy enjoyment. A sneer was on his lips, and a drink hung haphazardly from his fingers. I took a deep breath. "Excuse me?" I said, maintaining a steady tone.

Alex sighs and looks at him disapprovingly, but there's nothing he can do to hold his workaholic friend from his hermitage life. - One of these days you're going to be impudent for not leaking out your balls, which I bet are no longer blue, but completely black from lack of use – Alex replies in his ear. Sebastian smiles, says goodbye to the women and leaves, as if the flames of hell were approaching, ready to consume him.

They both stare at her in shock as she came unannounced and in a bad mood. "Hey oddbonk!" She said to Sebastian. "Tell your babe to get lost!" Sebastian said nothing and turned his sight back to his book as he hand moved delicately on the page drawing the strokes that would bring his vision to life. He was so intrigued in this that he had forgotten that Revnesolena was standing right before him with her hands on her hip. "You ignoring me brat!" She barked out in rage. She walked closer to him and prepared to slap the book from his hand but stopped after seeing the image he had drawn, well illustrated and almost lifelike. "Are you an artist?"

Sebastian. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine. The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared behind those eyes. Rage, yes—but something deeper.

,Sebastian orders a warrior. "Who could get access to our whips that easy?",I mutter as some warriors run off to do as Sebastian asked. Bethany may die and goddess only knows what that would do to Tanner. This day has gone to shit so fast.

Alaric said calling Sebastian who stood behind them. Sebastian as Alaric’s butler always stayed from behind the head of the table as his master and mistress took their daily meals. Aside from him, two more men stayed by the side watching over. Sebastian walked forward and raised both his hands in the air and the bat went towards him. It stood on his shoulder holding a dark gray envelope on its mouth. Once Sebastian took the letter from the bat, the bat left his shoulder and flew out of the window. As Sebastian put the letter on a tray to give to Alaric, another bat entered through the window and flew above Alaric’s head.

"He won't do anything bad, trust me." Sure enough, as soon as they enter, a black-haired guy was sitting in the sitting room. He's wearing a black suit, and a ribbon replaced the tie at his neck. Sebastian. And he's sitting like a king at a one-seater chair, expecting their arrival. "Hello, Cassielle. It's been a while." He greeted me. "So it was you," Cass said casually while her dog walks towards her. "You won't greet me? That hurts, you know." Sebastian puts his hand over his chest like he was struck by an arrow.

My eyes are still taking him in. Sebastian is dressed in a skin-tight black silk tuxedo with black crystal embellishments adorning the lapel and collar of his jacket, going across his shoulders in an embroidered pattern. His white silk dress shirt pops against his olive skin while his black silk tie is adorned with black crystals at the apex of his collar. “What do you think?” Sebastian asks, slowly turning around to give me a better view, and I take full advantage.

Atticus asks. “Birthday boy?” Sebastian’s deep, sexy voice comes. Atticus moves back, and we both turn to Sebastian who is standing there all in black, looking drop-dead gorgeous, the sleeves of his black shirt are pushed up, and he has a few buttons open that show off two chains. His gaze snaps to me and he makes no attempt to hide the way his eyes rake over me. It feels like he’s undressing me with them, and I suddenly feel extremely exposed under that burning gaze…

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"