Sebastian Stan Marvel Character Novels & Stories

"Looks like our little mixed-blood has some character! Sebastian, are you scared?!" "Me? As a legitimate member of The Blue Blood Pack, I don't even know how to spell the word 'fear' in my entire life!" Sure enough, Sebastian immediately raised his fighting spirit. He strode over to me, kicking away my sniper rifle. "Why bother doing the servant's job of cleaning guns?! All I know is you're a mongrel, but I didn't expect you to be a cowardly one! What? You want to fight me now?! Huh?!" Sebastian noticed my clenched fists, crouched down with interest, and continued to provoke me.

Donovan's complexion changed rapidly at the criticism. Suddenly, a muscular man with an imposing appearance emerged from the crowd. It was Sebastian, Mirage City's top Krav Maga expert. He had beaten several international pros and was considered the closest one could get to being a Savant Grandmaster. "Sebastian, I'm glad you could make it!" Stan said, rushing over. "We've got a troublemaker here who hit me and said everyone was worthless!" Sebastian's temper flared, and he shouted, "Who has the guts to say that? Didn’t he insult me too?!"

" The next day, after so many attempts of teasing Elizabeth, Stan finally came to inform him that it was time to visit his father. He cursed, he was using up the time meant for him and Elizabeth to be together on a totally unnecessary issue. He loved how shy and naive she was when he asked her to kiss him and was surely going to make Gabriel's beta pay for putting his disgusting lips on his mate but first, he needed to sort things out with his father. He gave her another quick kiss before he left without any care. His beta, Stan , who had a mischievous smirk on his face, was present. " Did you bring anything about him? " . Sebastian asked immediately they stepped their feet outside of his ho

"A message to Valen that his reign is crumbling, piece by piece." Sebastian Draven, Valen’s older brother, sat in his luxurious penthouse, the city’s glittering skyline stretching before him. he's handsome with a chiseled face and high cheekbones, a strong, angular jawline, and a thin scar running from his left temple to just above his cheek, a reminder of past conflicts. His ash-gray eyes were cold and calculating, framed by thick, dark brows that gave him a perpetually intense expression. His straight nose and thin lips added to his stern demeanor, while his neatly combed jet-black hair, streaked with faint silver, highlighted his sharp features. With his tall, broad-shouldered frame and c

"Give up your life so they can live." Sebastian looked at the monitors. Then at the Titan beneath the glass. Then at Harper. "You're right," Sebastian said softly. "I do have a hero complex." He walked toward the Chairman. He holstered his gun. He stood in front of the dying young man. "But I am also..." Sebastian’s hand moved. Fast as lightning. He didn't reach for the Throne. He reached for the Cables connected to the Chairman's spine. "...a very bad employee." [The Breaker]

"What the fūck did you say to him?" "Zac—" I was about to approach Zac and stop him, feeling a sense of fear that he would get hurt, but Sebastian pulled me back by my waist. "Don't interfere, tesoro, and enjoy the show." I frowned, looking up at Sebastian and I was surprised to see a smirk and an evil glint in his eyes, instead of worry for his twin. "They fūcked with the wrong guy, baby. Zacarias might appear as the nicer one between us, but once you make him angry, even the Hulk can't be matched to him."

-Stefan- Before we walked down the dungeons, Kristoff once again discussed our plan. His son hated his idea but would follow it as long as we tweaked one part of the plan. His son, Sebastian, looks exactly like him except that he is half werewolf and half vampire. Kristoff explained that his son was a miracle that he and his wife didn’t expect to come.

spoke Sebastian suppressing the urge to drag her into his office and have his way with her splayed on his desk. Hannah closed the door behind her and with soft foot steps made her way to the seat opposite him. Sebastian looked like a beast sat behind his desk, as his size was no less then that of a beasts. His shoulders were spread out in a manner that screamed dominance. His chest was broader than any athletes, and with biceps that were perfectly sculpted and snuggly encased in his shirt. Sebastians dark locks were tousled to the point that dared not disobey the owner. His piercing steel blue eyes held Hannah imprisoned until he spoke, "I'm glad I need not remind you of my identity".

Sebastian questioned, his brow furrowed. "She might," Aiden acknowledged, taking a sip from his water bottle. "You are aware, and you still risk it all," Sebastian said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hmm," Aiden simply hummed, drinking down the bottle of water. "Do you realize how much of a good person you are? Everybody in the business world calls you a villain, a title you've embedded into your own soul, but you are far from a villain. More like an antihero," Sebastian observed, his admiration evident in his tone.

Unbelievably, this legendary artifact had given him a second chance at life. "Since fate has given me another chance, Damian Blackwell and Selena Venom, you two villains! In this life, I will make you taste the bitterness of betrayal and solitude!" Sebastian stood up and walked to the mirror in the dorm. He looked at his reflection, his eyes filled with a cold and bone-chilling determination.