Sebastian Michaelis True Form Novels & Stories

Sebastian had come just in time to him with his plans, and he knew that was the only way he could get his revenge. Sebastian’s gaze lingered on Ella’s unconscious form, his smirk widening. "And Maxwell…trust me.” Maxwell nodded, stepping forward. He unchained Ella’s limp body, catching her before she hit the ground. He cradled her gently, an act of deception. Sebastian chuckled as he flexed his clawed fingers, feeling the raw strength moving through him. His transformation was complete. Now, the real game will begin.

Their eyes widened when they saw Sebastian — the not-Sebastian — rising from the ground in a halo of light and shadow. “Moon’s curse,” Damien breathed. “What did she do to him?” “She woke him up,” I said, my voice shaking. “And now she’s going to use him.” (Taylor’s POV) I’d seen monsters before. I’d killed monsters before. But nothing like this. Sebastian wasn’t shifting. He was unraveling. His body flickered like it couldn’t decide which form to take — wolf, man, serpent, shadow. Power rippled off him in waves that made the air vibrate.

Maxine muttered, then walked toward the kitchen after Sebastian gave her brief instructions. Thea remained seated, still bewildered by what had just happened. Maxine—formerly called Michael—didn’t look like a man at all. Her body wasn’t as tall as Sebastian’s, but it was clearly taller than Thea’s. Her shoulders weren’t broad like a typical man’s, there was no Adam’s apple in her neck, and she had a truly curvaceous figure with beautiful hips and chest—something Thea secretly admired and wished she had for herself. “Stop staring at her,” Sebastian murmured softly, making Thea quickly look away.

Its muscle rippled with an unearthly purple sheen I knew could only come from one source. The Millemaria. Its darkened energy had warped this captive beyond redemption...into nothing but a killing machine. Our battle was upon us - and escape with our lives was no simple feat against this abomination spawned by forbidden magics. The lab's diabolical agenda was deadlier than we ever imagined… Sebastian was fastest to react, meeting the abomination's charge with his own. Their bodies collided with a thunderous crack that shook the forest floor. But the twisted creature recoiled instantly, unaffected. A laugh as cold as death echoed from its lips.

"He himself is arrogant and rude, and he dares to judge others?" Lucas took a slow sip of his tea, looking at me thoughtfully. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. I diverted my gaze, trying not to get caught staring. Lucas definitely has the looks, I won’t deny that. Tall, well-built, and charming—he’s attractive in a boy-next-door kind of way. But he’s nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian is on another level. His presence demands attention, his sharp jawline, intense eyes, and that sculpted physique—like a Greek god carved with precision. Yet, behind that perfection lies a storm. Aggressive, dominating, unpredictable—he's a walking contradiction. Sometimes I wonder if God spent to

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.”