Sebastian Downfall Novels & Stories

"It's all your fault, Adeline! My son is in this situation because of you!" Adeline's face went pale, her eyes wide with shock. She had no idea what had happened, but Sebastian's words cut her deep. She reached out, her hand closing around his arm, her voice shaking as she asked, "What happened to Adam, Sebastian? Tell me, what's going on?" Sebastian's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes still blazing with anger and fear. He shook off Adeline's hand, his voice cold and hard as he said, "Adam fell into the river." ***

But Alden was one of the few who remained loyal by his side, because Sebastian had once saved him. Helping Sebastian was the same as saving the life of this frustrated man. “… I… I have to meet her now.” Sebastian tried to stand with his weakened body. His legs trembled, but he managed to get up. Alden tried to act quickly to stop him, but the pain in his back held him down. His hope to keep the man from doing something dangerous was finally fulfilled when Sebastian collapsed unconscious under the influence of the alcohol he had drunk. A sudden silence made Alden let out a breath.

“You feel it, don’t you? The pull. The power. It doesn’t belong here with weakness. It belongs with strength. With me.” My lip curled. Tears burned tracks through the dirt on my face, but my voice stayed steady. “No.” The word landed hard. Caleb’s face twisted. “Wrong choice.” He exploded forward, his claws lengthened in an instant, slashing toward my chest. I threw my hands up, desperate to call the light back, but it sputtered, thin, faltering. I braced for the rip of flesh. A black shape crashed between us. Sebastian. He took the strike full force. Caleb’s claws punched through his chest with a sickening tear of muscle and bone. Sebastian grunted, blood spraying from his mouth, yet he loc

“This is insane! You’re making things up to save your image! You broke our engagement, and now you’re trying to destroy me—” “I don’t need to destroy you,” Sebastian said softly. “You already did that yourself.” The crowd murmured louder, words like embezzlement and fraud and scandal rippling like fire. But Sebastian wasn’t finished. “You wanted control. You thought if you sabotaged enough projects, the board would panic, the company would collapse, and your father’s empire could ‘rescue’ us from ruin.” He stepped closer, his presence towering, lethal. “You wanted to make me crawl back—to need you.”

My throat was burning and I was coughing out blood but I didn’t care, it didn’t matter because all I could see was Sebastian and how much blood he was losing quickly as he crumpled to the ground. Orlando moved back from Sebastian, he looked shocked as Sebastian fell to the floor. He was breathing unevenly and laying in the pool of his own blood. He didn’t care about that, instead he looked over at Zadyre that was not still moving before he turned back to the stunned Orlando. “You don’t get to win,” Sebastian rasped, his voice weak but filled with defiance. “Not like this.” Orlando snarled, his rage overtaking his shock. “You fool! You’ve ruined everything! I could’ve let you live-“

Lila answered hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly. On the other side of the phone, Sebastian’s voice sounded heavy and breathless. “Lila… I…” her voice was choked up, almost like she was struggling to stay steady. “I don’t know where to go. Everything is… everything is falling apart.” Lila could hear background noise. “Sebastian, where are you? Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. “I… I’m at a bar near my house. It feels like the world is falling apart,” Sebastian said in a tone of deep sadness, between heavy breaths. “I just got out of court… Sara won, Lila. Dinda… she chose Sara.”

"But even the mightiest towers crumble when the foundation is struck." Rising from his chair, Sebastian moved to the large mahogany desk at the center of the room. A black leather notebook lay open, its pages filled with detailed notes and figures. For the past few days, Sebastian had immersed himself in Alexander’s world, dissecting every facet of his business empire. He had studied financial reports, market analyses, and even gossip from Alexander’s social circle. Every piece of information pointed to one glaring weakness: Alexander’s greed. "That will be his undoing," Sebastian muttered, flipping through the pages. He had seen men like Alexander before—men who were blinded by the promise

“So how can a cage hold a prince of Hell? I asked. “It’s magicked. These are specially to hold creatures from Hell. Thank you so much, sweetheart.” He picked me up and whirled me around before laying pressing his lips to mine. “Ahem.” I heard from my left. I looked to see poor Sophie still strung up. Her wounds have healed but she was still a mess. I undid her restraints and tried to catch her as she fell. “Where’s Sebastian?” I asked her. “I think he’s locked in his damn coffin. I told him who needs a coffin that strong but he didn’t want to listen to me. He’s probably thirsty as hell, I know I’m emaciated.” She said.

“Who is he?” Victor answered quietly. “Your husband’s biggest mistake.” Sebastian tilted his head. “I prefer to think of myself as his consequence.” Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. Adrian stepped closer to the screen. “You should have stayed dead.” Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “And miss this?” He gestured slightly. “The fall of Adrian Blackwood?” A pause. “No… I’ve waited too long for this.” Elara felt something twist in her chest. “This is about revenge…”

Valen would undoubtedly be scrambling to understand how the hunters had managed such a precise attack. What Valen didn’t know was that Sebastian had made it possible. “This is only the beginning,” Sebastian had whispered to himself that night, standing on the balcony of his estate and staring into the dark horizon. “One by one, I’ll tear down your walls, Valen. And when you have nothing left, I’ll take what should have been mine.” Sebastian rose from his chair and walked to the large mirror on the opposite wall. His reflection stared back at him—a man of sharp angles and cold beauty.