Sybil Characters Novels & Stories

"What are you doing, piglet?" This familiar voice, tone, and pitch. And just as I was about to turn my head around, I instinctively pulled him by the collar and hid behind the wall bush with him. It was none other than Sean, the sexy, tyrant baddie mage. I forgot, he was the meddling type of character once he took interest in something or someone, and then he would instantly leave them once his thirst for curiosity had been quenched. “Just be quiet and stay still”

Athalia just walked past her and stopped looking at the room she walked out from. "What were you doing inside?" Athalia asked looking back at Sybil over her shoulders. Sybil pursed her lips and put the keys back in her pocket. She brushed her hair that covers half her face revealing a scar she got from Kala recently. "Just errands, anyway, welcome back, Tally," she said and walked in the opposite direction of Athalia. Athalia closed her palm into fists, Sybil never fails to get into her nerves, but she may be of use for her in helping Illac. She took a glance at the room where she comes from, all rooms on this side of the facility is soundproof, maybe, just maybe the errand that Sybil was ru

This could work in my favor. I called out for Gwendoline to come to my aid, knowing full well she was nowhere around. Sybil continued her verbal degradation of Gwendoline while she slowly made her way to me. I took the opportunity to study her more closely. Her fangs were lowered, but not fully extended like Luthias’s were when he’d fed on me. Her eyes had the same glowing red ring in them as Luthias had, but her whites looked burnt orange. Where Luthias’s features stayed pretty much the same, Sybil’s cheekbones protruded and her eyes looked sunken. She was a pretty gruesome sight. The closer she got to me the stronger the feel of evil in the air. She was clearly powerful and very frighte

Sybil started to rub at his eyes as his tears started to increase at a fast pace. “Why did you say something so cruel…? So many people care about you yet here you are saying something so cruel! Do you really not think everyone in this house cares about you? If they didn’t care they wouldn’t be here! They wouldn’t be looking so desperately for you! SO DON’T YOU SAY THAT NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU!” Sybil was crying as he spoke to me and I couldn’t understand why he was acting like this. It didn’t make sense to me.

He doesn’t understand even just a word that Hail is saying! " – I am just a simple convenience store employee – " Hail continued, ignoring Sybb. "Hail..." Sybb called. "What happened to you?" he asked, feeling hurt. After all, he was courting him and he feels that Hail also likes him, too. They are supposed to be together… "His mind was reset." A voice spoke. Sybb turned. He saw Sylv emerge from the shadows. "Huh?" Hail muttered when he saw Sylv. "You look cool! With an entrance like that..." he told Sybb and laughed.

Thin, pale, bleeding from her nose. "Callum Brennan. I'm Sibyl Rayne. I have visions. Futures that might happen." Sibyl's voice is weak, exhausted. "I've seen you three times. Each vision shows different outcome depending on your choices." "I don't believe in prophecy." "I don't care what you believe. I'm dying. The visions are killing me. I've got maybe a year left. Before I die, I'm documenting what I see. Warning people who matter." Sibyl hands me a piece of paper. "That's your first warning. Free. No obligation. Just information."

“Let’s not keep her waiting.” They met in the neutral zone, the dead-space between two worlds, just as the old books described—enemy queens paraded out with their war-dogs, each expecting assassination, neither flinching. Sybil looked smaller in the city’s twilight, but her eyes held the exact shade of a thousand betrayals. “You’ve taken a lot,” she said, words etched out for the watching cameras, the shadowed onlookers. “But you’re no better than the rest of us. You bleed just the same.”

The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family. The Cursed Grave - A desperate youth who wants to get rich at all cost. The Old Church - The gentle journalist who transforms into a ruthless killer. The Cannibals Of Caliba - A cursed people desperate to redeem their pledges to the gods. What I Saw - Trying to escape an enemy slavery camped Land but falling into deathly traps themselves. Will they come out alive? Will Zaire be able to return home? Lyda - A mysterious snake living in male bodies to evolve through decades.

Sybil also noticed the servants were looking at them now, so she kept her voice down, “All right. But what kind of girl is she? Tell me, tell me!” Looking at his sister, full of happy expectancy, Brian thought for a moment before answering, “Do you really want to know?” Sybil opened her eyes widely and nodded her head vigorously. “Follow me.” Brian walked into the room. At the same time, a cunning smile spread across Sybil’s face. She made a quick ‘victory’ fist pump behind Brian and then followed closely behind him.

Milligan agreed. "For Langley's sake I'll go," said Sybil, "We'll leave Langley, shall we, ma'am?" Finally, my three personalities said goodbye one by one. "Click," Dr. Fareeda stopped the recording, reminding her that she still had another recording. "Those other personalities appear to take over your body because you're running away from trouble, while they're the ones dealing with it."