Novel & Cerita Sebastian Black Butler Fanart

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.

“But it worked.” She laughed despite herself. His smile was magnetic. Warm, but hiding something. They reached her apartment steps, and she paused to look up at him properly. “Who are you?” she asked. He reached into his coat, pulled out a small, cream-colored card with embossed gold letters. He handed it to her with a slight bow. Sebastian Blackmoor Investor. Martial Artist. Occasional Savior. “You’re joking,” she murmured. “Deadly serious,” he replied, his smirk widening. “Now you have my name and number. Use it if you ever need a less disappointing night.”

And completely, frighteningly cold. Karen hugged herself, feeling tiny in that space. The blue dress she had chosen so carefully—which had looked so beautiful in the store, so special—now seemed cheap and out of place. She didn’t belong there. She didn’t belong anywhere, really. A butler appeared out of nowhere, silent as a ghost. He was older, with gray hair, an upright posture, and a neutral expression. He took Sebastian’s jacket without a word, disappearing as quietly as he had appeared. Sebastian didn’t even look at him. He didn’t even thank him. With an impatient tug, he loosened his tie and went to the bar. He picked up a bottle of whiskey—probably worth more than a month’s rent for Ka

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

The Black Merchant asks. “Well… Since after you returned with Zhu Wushang you act no different than a butler and since It’s the name of many badass Butler I know from the TV and entertainment media. In fact, I can’t decide between Sebastian or Alfred but seeing that you have many Super Powers, so… I think Sebastian was better.” Aurelia explained. The Black Merchant was stunt again but this time it was shorter. “Ha…. So? What do you want to ask of me, My lady?” The Black Merchant gives up and asks in a polite tone. Who told her to be one of his master lovers?

She had admittedly been somewhat neglectful of Qiana. Noticing something, Selena stepped quickly toward the wall. "Is that Uncle Tobias' portrait?" The vivid and lifelike painting made her throat tighten at the sight of it. "He was so very handsome," she said softly, her voice catching. Qiana smiled faintly. "Of course he was. The men of the Duke of Blackmoor's family have never been anything less than fine-looking. Look at Sebastian. He's so tall and elegant. Compared to his father in his prime, he is scarcely inferior."

“No going back now.” I chuckled, and we descended the stairs. My father nodded here and there. I felt eyes on me from everywhere in the room. The only set I paid attention to was a deep blue in the corner. Sebastian wore a similar black tuxedo to my father’s. He was straight as a board with a neutral expression. His black hair was recently trimmed and styled to a modern, messy look. He was a dark, handsome, brooding vampire—the kind books were written about. His bright eyes set my blood on fire.

Beyond the black iron gate, the dark sedan was still there, motionless like some expensive animal that knew it didn’t need to move fast to get under my skin. Sebastian stood by the driver’s door, one hand in his pants pocket, the other hanging loose at his side. Black suit. Dark shirt. His tie loosened just slightly at the throat, enough to suggest he was human and not some arrogant statue lowered straight out of financial hell. Then he lifted his face. And damn it, that look.