Sebastian Michaelis Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Sebastian blew a deep breath as he collected his cards and took a peak on it. "Sebastian, right? A missing in action attorney, a former C.I.A. agent and a deadly assassin who retired just to be my little brother's head bodyguard. Did I get it all right?" Apollo laughed softly when Sebastian didn't try answering back. "Such a snob. Well, Mr. Snob. You go first." Apollo instructed.

"Its voice. It sounded like Alpha Adrian." The training ground went completely silent. Everyone stared at Sebastian as though he had grown a second head. "That is impossible," Aston said finally. "You must be mistaken. The fear and panic—" "I know what I heard," Sebastian insisted, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. "The voice sounded exactly like Alpha Adrian." The elders exchanged skeptical looks. They clearly thought Sebastian was out of his mind, that what he was saying was just a fragment of his imagination brought on by trauma and fear.

Henry made his rejection apparent. Sebastian frowned unhappily. “No… How could you say that in front of two beautiful women? How is my voice terrible?” “Don’t you have any idea how bad you sound?” Henry asked. “It’s not all that bad. In fact, I’d say it’s comparable to the voice of an angel,” Sebastian retorted. Henry was speechless. “…That’s a little too much, Sebastian,” Gary said. “Let’s all listen to the voice of an angel. Go ahead, Sebastian,” Xyla said.

But I could feel it, even from this distance, as if it were directed at me. Sebastian, with a faint smirk, continued his bold provocation. "I’m sorry. Did I misspeak? Is Lilith not your fiancée? Strange, because I can’t recall anyone of such significance in your life—at least, not based on what I’ve found." His tone was polite, almost apologetic, but dripping with intent. Michael, Emerson’s loyal assistant, shifted uncomfortably beside him. "Mr. Sebastian, I’d suggest watching your words," he cautioned, though his voice lacked authority. It was clear who held the reins in this confrontation, and it wasn’t him.

His voice took on a smooth, velvety tone, laced with an undertone of veiled amusement. "Good," he said, his words dripping with a calculated charm. In that instant, his facial expression underwent a rapid transformation, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings. His eyes, previously dancing with mischief, now appeared warm and caring. It was a disconcerting contrast, a testament to his ability to manipulate his emotions at will. "I hope the two of you had some catching up to do," Sebastian continued, his voice hinting at a hidden agenda. "And you wished her a speedy recovery." His words hung in the air, loaded with implications that Emily struggled to decipher.

Sebastian always aced in the football and basketball games we had way back. Currently, Sebastian Wills is a 26 year old Assistant Team Leader in the Special Weapons and Tactics, Esturnburg Branch. I had been receiving countless promises and updates that the culprits would be found, until last night when the sound of Sebastian's call jilted me out of my short sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I received Sebastian's call. “Yeah!" I uttered, my voice very evident of sleep. “You sleeping by this time man?!" Sebastian asked. “7pm? You are still a softie!" His husky voice hollered at the other end.

“I remember someone yelling my name, yes, but like I said, I didn’t look at him, so I don’t know who that was.” “I saw him approaching the scene here tonight while you commanded your army of what looked like glowing zombies. I recognized his face, but he left as I warned Emery.” Andrew and Coralis stopped what they were doing to look at him. “You know that I have deep trust issues toward your elders,” continued Sebastian as he pulled his hologram out of his cloak, “so I attached my hologram to a tree branch in recording mode. I hope we’ll be able to see him in the background.”

"I’m not sure. The guy sounded too sleepy and groggy to tell." A moment later, Sia suddenly gasped, eyes widening. "Oh my God!" She jumped up in realization. Leon’s concern deepened. "Baby, please be careful!" Sia grabbed his arm. "Leon, it was Sebastian." "Wait, what? How do you know?" he asked, frowning. She grinned triumphantly. "The heavy French accent." Leon hesitated. "It could be anyone." Sia shook her head, certain. "No, it wasn’t just anyone. It was Sebastian. That unmistakable French accent and now that I think about it, I recognize his voice too. It was definitely him."

"He’s a ghost... a fucking ghost. Do you have any idea what that payload will do to us? We won't even have time to scream before we’re vaporized into the salt." Sebastian’s voice crackled through the public frequency. It was a sound born from the crushing depths of the Bermuda Triangle—icy, detached, yet carrying a microscopic, jagged edge of a tremor that only Ava could recognize. It was the sound of a man who had already said his goodbyes to the world. "I don't know if I'll pull the trigger," Sebastian whispered, his voice ghosting over the speakers. "But I’m willing to bet my life that you aren't brave enough to find out."

"My name is Jasper. I serve Lord Sebastian." Self-consciously she pulled the sheets up to her neck. "Hello." His eyes flicked over her body before returning to her face. "You don't need to fear me." Handing her a cup of tea he smiled, although the action seemed more like a grimace. His sharp teeth flashed. Awesome, more fangs. "How are you feeling?" He had the same strange accent as Sebastian, only his voice was smooth and soft. Nothing like Sebastian's deep, rough voice. Sexy, Sebastian's voice was so damn sexy. Stop thinking about him!