Sebastian Stan Marvel Character Novels & Stories

The way they move is mesmerizing, each with their own unique style and strength. Xander’s all broad shoulders and rugged strength, his dark brown hair messy as usual, his expression serious and focused. He’s built like an Alpha, just like his father: tall, muscular, with those strong, angular features that seem to scream authority. Then there’s Sebastian, and it’s almost eerie how similar they are. They move with the same powerful grace, like two sides of the same coin, but where Xander is dark and brooding, Sebastian is lighter, both in hair and demeanour. His sandy blond hair catches the early morning light as he runs, and there’s something effortlessly confident about the way he moves.

It was always hard to tell what Dante was feeling from his more often than not poker face. Sometimes, Sebastian wondered if his half brother felt anything at all, besides the endless look of boredom or displeasure that often alternated his otherwise expressionless face. It was no wonder he had earned the nickname "Stone Cold" over time. In contrast, Sebastian was the glaring opposite of his brother. Charming, Charismatic and of course, the playboy who graced the weekly magazine covers, even though half of the time what they published about him were exaggerated truths or sometimes, outright lies.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

“You’ll make a mess of your beautiful face with that chocolate.” I recognized the voice, and sure enough, I looked up to see Sebastian, in a black billowed shirt this time, a sash wrapped around his waist. His mask was gold and only covered half of his face. Through the gold, I saw his glacier blue eyes staring at me so intensely, I felt like he could see right into my soul.

so ride along my patriots! and here is a little sneak peak, Sebastian is Rohan! 😉😉🙃🤩

Finally gathering the strength to raise it, I tried to jog to the maid when the cold palms of the Luna held back my elbow. She came closer. Closer enough to bite off my ear and whispered something to me. “You come here looking all pretty and innocent like a kitten. But I know what you are up to and I just want you to know that I do the worst to kittens who try to drink the milk that wasn’t kept for them.” She paused for some seconds before continuing. “I almost forgot to introduce myself,” her tone a slow burn, trying to provoke me. Make me feel her power. “I am Catherine Stan. Wife of your master and Alpha King, Sebastian Stan. Only child and daughter of late Alpha King Castriel Hardwell. T

Elon lifted his eyes and found Sebastian leaning by the car making a call outside the Packing space in the hospital. When Sebastian hung up on the phone he sighed and signaled Elon to hop inside the car to drive him out. “ Where are we going, sir?” Elon asked, holding the steering wheel, frightened by Sebastian’s Look. “ To look for the villain that killed my baby and want my wife dead” Sebastian’s face darkened at the thought of losing his child to an enemy. Elon shut his eyes to see how hurt Sebastian looked and swerved the car in the direction of the company. Shortly after they got to the company, Sebastian and Elon stayed back in the car planning intelligently on how to hook the villain.

One corner of his mouth ticked up in a dry smirk. "Don't die," Sebastian said sarcastically. "I really don't want to do the paperwork for your funeral." Damian paused. He looked at the man sitting in the driver's seat. Sebastian wasn't blood. They shared no DNA. But as Damian looked at him, he realized Sebastian had done more for him than any actual family member ever would. Sebastian had fought for him, protected him, and forced him to open his eyes when he was being blind. Because of Sebastian, Damian finally had Aria back. He had his life back.

'If he tried to kill Marcellus that night. No. Sebastian is an asshole. A controlling, dream-crushing prick. But a murderer? Someone who would set a fire and fake a death? That's not him. That's not the man I spent four years with. Right? I yank my hair into a messy ponytail, grabbing my bag. Why am I even giving Sebastian the benefit of the doubt? Why do I automatically assume the worst about Marcellus when he's the one who survived literal hell? When he's the one who's been brutally, painfully honest about his revenge?

Surprisingly, Sebastian, and even Benjamin, who was known as the special forces king, came back from afar. As a father, he had never even heard of it, which shows how embarrassing it was. Some people had completely fallen for the looks of Sebastian and Benjamin, not only because of their faces, but also because of their distinctly different personalities. Sebastian had misty blue short hair, paired with a modified silver-white suit. He had a tall and handsome figure, with a rebellious charm, just like a mixed-blood prince. The tassels on his shoulders matched him well, and it was unknown who designed them. Around his waist, there was a stroke of genius with a silk belt.