Sebastian Black Butler Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.

“Sebastian, my life has already become a contemporary art installation titled Beautiful Woman, Two Romanos, One Secret Child, and a Black Envelope. Do you really want to talk about hard?” His eyes didn’t blink. “I want to talk about safe.” “That’s worse.” “I know.” “Don’t sound patient. I hate that.” “I know that too.” I stared at him. He didn’t take the bait. The old Sebastian would have answered back, would have stabbed with one smooth sentence, would have made me want to slap him or kiss him, depending on how stupid my body was that day. The Sebastian standing in front of me now was only cold. Focused. All his attention locked on the photos, the card, the video, and the little girl asleep

He asked in confusion. "To make your life more miserable and take Heaven." "Let me get this straight, you stayed with me all this while and plotted this, you retrieved the Vane and made a fool out of me to help Jamie, you went over to this people and convinced them to rage a war against me too, what the fuck? What are you blackmailing them with?" Sebastian smiled beautifully but a Dark pain lurked beneath it. And not only that, you want my mate. I'll fight you to the ends of the earth and make sure it never happens."

I will be ready. Sebastian waited at the base of the wide staircase, dressed in a sleek black tunic lined with deep red and silver, fit for a prince if not for the wheels beneath him. Today, his wheelchair had thin silver accents and was carved from polished mahogany. It appeared majestic, yet lonesome.

The woman in black stared at him with contempt. "I feel like you are here to scam me." "Ms. Blanche, why don't we sit down and talk? It's so cold out here." Sebastian was shivering. "I'm not cold. If you want to talk, we will talk here." The woman in black could tell that he was freezing, but she did not care. "Fine!" Sebastian turned around to face his bodyguard and shouted, "Go buy me a down jacket right now!"