Sebastian Stan Marvel Character Novels & Stories

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.

Stan dropped the burning paper, his hand shaking as he looked up at Vivian. "Mr. Kelvin..." Stan rasped, his breath catching in his throat as a dark realization shattered his expression. "He is not a man of your world. That seal... it belongs to the High Sorcerer who destroyed my realm."

The moustache is the only good thing about him—Sebastian Primrose, the third strongest werewolf in our Pack. The corner of his lips lifted into a dirty smile as Laila and I made it to the front. “My, my, if it isn’t the mighty Lucas Redbane.” His thick voice dosed heavily in the air, reeking of blood and despair. This is how he’d always smelled. Sebastian always yearns for a fight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had one before coming here. “It’s Beta Lucas to you, Sebastian.” I quipped back in the iciest manner my chords could proffer.

"Interesting. Moral beast? How are we supposed to take that? Positively or negatively?" "I don't know yet. But since he's the attorney of opposition, nothing can't be positive with him", Shawn adds. I looked over there again. By appearance, I can figure out which one is Sebastian. He glances at us shortly and moves back into conversation with his team. I turn back. "Shawn, could you please stop introducing him like any Asian drama series?" Stella shrugs. "No one is utter special here" Shawn shrugs back. "Okay!"

Levi tells him, “Sebastian James. Have you heard anything about him? Do you know of any possible connection between him and these people?” “I haven’t. But from what I’ve heard about Sebastian, I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Stan says, his face signaling repulsion at what he’s been told, “He’s made a lot of people angry lately, humans and shifters. I’ve heard rumors of shady business deals, no one wants to work with him anymore. I don’t know him personally, but I have no desire to do so given what I’ve heard.” I can see why. Sebastian was never what I thought he was. And now it seems so strange to me that someone I was once engaged to marry is now partially responsible for my need to rema

I was about to yell but holy Jesus mother of glory was he gorgeous! I mean he was Kristrin's gorgeous! He was completely gorgeous and might I add slightly more gorgeous than Kristrin! He was a blonde, about 6ft3, had a lean and slender body with tanned golden skin and bright brown eyes. "I really didn't mean to..." his sweet voice said but was cut off by Maria. "It's fine I'll just lend her my jacket to wear, I'm Maria by the way" she spoke holding her hand out seductively. "I'm Sebastian" he gave a toothy grin as his eyes flickered back to me.

Sebastian is already two years older than the rest of his year class because before college he went for 2-years Alpha training. Sebastian looks himself in the mirror, he swipes his black hair away from his forehead but his stubborn hair falls right back. He’s got thick black hair, short from the sides, longer on the top. Hazel eyes which he inherited from his mom. Straight nose, strong jaw with a day old stubble and sharp cheekbones with freckles. Some say that he reminds an actor from some vampire diary shit series but Sebastian wouldn’t know since he doesn’t really watch tv or streaming channels. As an alpha Sebastian fits the expected physics for one. He’s 6ft3” with broad shoulders, ripp

In the gloom of the library, his three daughters, Sophie, Sienna, and Stacy, were locked in silence upstairs. The Icon of Sand Silas stepped into the strobe light, looking down at the patriarch. Sebastian’s broad shoulders, usually squared to project the indestructible "Alpha" persona that had anchored three decades of blockbusters, were slumped. "Look at you, Sebastian," Silas said, his voice cutting through the howl of the wind with clinical precision. "The world looks at you and sees a mountain. They see the man who broke out of a futuristic supermax prison. They see the rogue mercenary who cleared out entire cartel villages with a light machine gun. But I look at you, and I just see a ve

But unfortunately for the Screen. It died down just as he saw the screen. Sebastian walked in. He looked wrecked, which I now realized was likely an intentional aesthetic choice. His hair was damp from the New York humidity, sticking to his forehead in messy, dark waves. There was a smudge of grease on his cheek—placed a little too perfectly near his jawline, I noted. A prop. A costume choice for the role of the working-class hero. He was carrying two plastic bags that smelled like a heavenly mix of peanut sauce and toasted garlic.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.