Sebastian Michaelis True Form Novels & Stories

What the hell! I remove my war scythe, thinking I somehow did it wrong, but I’ve done this before with Dad several times. I go to strike the spirit again, but this time it transforms from a spirit form to a human form, and its arm quickly grabs mine, stopping me from striking it. The now human removes his mask with its free hand, and to my shock, it’s Sebastian. “You can’t reap my soul. I’m not fully dead.” He informs me with a chuckle. I’m completely dumbfounded. Sebastian is a ghost hybrid. Oh shit! He’s a hybrid, which means he’s my soulmate.

They were now miles away from human civilization, surrounded by dense forest, the trees almost reaching the sky. “Trust me, nothing will happen to you,” Sebastian said as softly as he could to Eva. She nodded at him, then stared ahead. The red of Sebastian’s eyes expanded out of his body. The aura compressed in front of him, and then a ball of light took shape, sketching its existence into nature in a wolf form the size of a horse. Sebastian looked at the shadow of his wolf as it growled in vindictive pleasure at being let out. Sebastian gave a single nod. The command was clear.

Sebastian is especially eager. He leaps at Lance and the two tumble on the ground. It looks like Lance might get the upper hand but then… Sebastian pins him to the ground. Lance begins to transform into his human form in an attempt to throw Sebastian off him, but Sebastian switches forms to, then slams Lance’s body up against a tree. “You’re dead,” Sebastian snarls. “I don’t know what made you think you could intrude upon my pack, kill my friends, steal my mate, but I’m putting an end to this.

I picked up the investor delegate confirmation email Sebastian had sent from a clean account the previous night. Cassidy Michaels. A name I'd invented in twenty seconds, attached to credentials Sebastian had constructed from a genuine but obscure investment firm with enough legitimate documentation to pass initial verification. It wouldn't survive deep scrutiny, but it didn't need to. It only needed to hold long enough to get me through the door. "You're already planning." Sebastian's voice. I looked up. He was awake, watching me from the armchair with sleep-creased eyes and the expression of someone who had hoped, upon waking, that things might have resolved themselves overnight.

my grandfather asked as he glared at Sebastian. Sebastian looked at everyone stopping on mine. “Sebastian?” I asked, standing up. “Yes, yes!” Sebastian said panicking, “He is right, I came here because I wanted to be honest and tell everyone I’ve been working as a fake partner with Stefan. It’s been years since I joined hands with him. All the information you get is because of my men and me and also,” Sebastian mumble as he looked at Faith, “I know where Allorah is. That’s why I came.”

Sebastian ignored her and said to Micah, "Mr. Stallone, I have a piece of advice for you. If you don't keep an eye on this sister of yours, I'm afraid that her life will be in danger tonight." "You…" Micah's expression changed, and there was an icy flash in his eyes. Ordinarily, he would've made Sebastian pay for what he had just said. However, Sebastian had acted so smoothly when he'd pulled the charm out, transformed it into fire, and saved Melissa. It was clear that Sebastian was from a mystic sect.

She cried in fear, trying to close her eyes, avoiding the sight of the dead body on the ground. Her face was soft, like an angel. My little bunny. Melisa. “Please let me see you, please let me...” She touched my face between the masks. I was afraid she might think I was ugly or reveal the truth that we are only one. I slowly took off my mask and revealed myself. She gasped, her face twisting with confusion, fury, and hatred. “You! You’re Sebastian, the Sebastian, whoever the fuck you are! You tricked me! You lied to me!”

ASMODEUS The sterile hum of machinery resonates through the control room, a clandestine haven where the boundaries of morality blur into the pursuit of scientific transcendence. Surrounded by an array of blinking monitors and the low hum of computers, I, Asmodeus, stand as the architect of a clandestine symphony, orchestrating the transformation of mere mortals into the embodiment of primal power. The room's cold steel surfaces reflect the ethereal glow of screens displaying intricate strands of human DNA, their secrets laid bare to my inquisitive gaze. My eyes, sharp and calculating, trace the lines of code that dance across the monitors, each sequence a note in the composition of an otherw

Sebastian says as his body takes the form of water, floats through the air and dives into a fountain at the far side of the room. “I’m really sorry about this,” Lemuel says apologetically. “Did he just say….” “Breathe, honey, breathe,” Valeria coaches me. In no time at all, a stream of water shoots out from the fountain and lands next to Lemuel, once again taking Sebastian’s corporeal form. “Is this it?” He asks, holding up a block of stone.