Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

He'd looked into the plans Naomi had drawn up for Blackwood Enterprises before good enough, in his estimation, to rival the legendary "A. Hart." "Design work?" Something dark settled into Sebastian's eyes. "You have anything I could take a look at?" Marcus's expression sharpened instantly at the sudden interest. "Why the sudden curiosity? Thought you already had someone in mind.”

Sebastian greeted politely. Claudia Blackwood smiled at him, but her eyes flicked to Kaira with their usual disdain. “Mr. Ashford,” she cooed, pulling Sebastian into a brief, calculated hug. Though her expression was warm, her intentions were anything but warm. She had already begun scheming to somehow turn Sebastian into Evelyn’s. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, as Evelyn was still infatuated with Julian, but her greed made her relentless. Sebastian remained composed, offering only a polite smile. Meanwhile, Julian and Evelyn ignored their arrival entirely, remaining seated at the dining table.

Ruby POV Everyone warned me to be careful of him. I should have listened. Sebastian was a blond beast with dark green eyes, eyes that seemed to swirl with darkness, though they shared a shade of purple like mine. It was as if light and dark were constantly battling within him, with darkness holding its ground inside while light flickered on the surface.

Dominic asked. "Then I'll be forced to pursue my interests through less... pleasant means. You see, those photographs prove I can reach your children whenever I want. I can reach your pack members. Your allies. Your lovers." His eyes flicked to Ivy. "How is Ethan, by the way? Such a noble Alpha. It would be tragic if something happened to him." Ivy's claws extended. "You dare—" "I dare many things, Alpha Blackwood. That's why I'm successful." Sebastian's expression hardened. "But let's be clear: I don't want to be your enemy. I'd much prefer to be your ally. The question is whether you're smart enough to recognize the difference."

And even more, was how she had a mate that was the very arch-enemy of his father’s. Sebastian the berserker was her mate. That was too much to handle but then he led her inside to sit down and gave her a drink to calm her nerves. She looked like he had hit her in places she would rather no one does in the past and sincerely speaking, he was sorry he even did that to her. Her child was indeed another controversy arising at the moment. “Sebastian of Blackwell. Sebastian the berserker.” He muttered under his breath

The Fake Tough Guy Silas walked over to the grand fireplace, where a massive portrait of Sebastian hung above the mantel. In the painting, Sebastian was depicted in full tactical gear, a cigar clamped between his teeth, holding a massive bowie knife against a background of burning oil fields. It was an homage to an era of cinema that Sebastian had merely strip-mined for profit. Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip.

I lean against the wall and sigh at the reality: I've been sprinkling glitter on a broken vase instead of trying to glue it back together again. "WOAH!" Katie yells once Sebastian hands her the finished product of shadows, midtones and shades of black and light gray. "Do you like it?" Sebastian asks her. His voice is uncertain, almost like he's sure she doesn't like the result. But the way she runs and hugs him tightly says otherwise. "It looks just like me!" says Katie when she lets go of him. "Can I keep it?"

As her vision focused once more Victoria heard her own gasp, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Sebastian's massive chest was heaving, his body quaking with fury. Straight black hair hung to his shoulders, strands falling over his eyes and face. His skin was a deep blue, darker around his golden eyes. It made him look sinister and dangerous. Black horns protruded from the side of his head, curving forward and tapering into deadly points beside his temples. His dark claws glinted in the light, already regenerating. His lips curled back into a snarl, revealing sharp fangs. "Do you see it now?"

"I do not want to live in terror. I want to wake up and love you without fleeing." "You will," Kc whispered beside her, his hand at her waist. "Even if I reduce the world to ashes to do it." She leaned against him, her voice on the verge of a whisper. "So then let's begin with the ashes." Meanwhile… Deep in the Black Jungle. Sebastian lay strapped to a dirty metal bed in a deserted underground bunker. His body was charred, twisted, barely recognizable as human. But his eyes. his eyes still crackled with the same malevolence.