Voice Actor For Sebastian Michaelis Novels & Stories

"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.

Pierre asked, seeking clarification. "Not too many, and if possible, find me someone new. Just one person will do. I want someone capable, intelligent, and not overly talkative. Someone who will always be available when I need them," Sebastian said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "I’m tired of the same old faces and voices, so I want a fresh voice. You can manage that, can’t you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the shadowy figure of Pierre. Sebastian was certain the older man was nodding in response. "I’ll find someone who meets your needs," Pierre replied firmly.

"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."

Then, the voice says, "I know you're there. I just want to talk. I promise I won't hurt you." With a deep breath, Sebastian takes a leap of faith and steps out of the shadows. He sees a middle-aged man with a kind face and a concerned expression. The man looks surprised to see him, but he quickly recovers and says, "I'm so glad you came out. I'm sorry if I frightened you. My name is Theodore, and I'm a private investigator. I was hired to look into a suspicious situation that involves you."

Sebastian ignored her and said to Micah, "Mr. Stallone, I have a piece of advice for you. If you don't keep an eye on this sister of yours, I'm afraid that her life will be in danger tonight." "You…" Micah's expression changed, and there was an icy flash in his eyes. Ordinarily, he would've made Sebastian pay for what he had just said. However, Sebastian had acted so smoothly when he'd pulled the charm out, transformed it into fire, and saved Melissa. It was clear that Sebastian was from a mystic sect.

His silence encourages me to continue, and I draw in another breath, bracing myself. "Sebastian," I say, my voice a solemn plea, "you have to swear to keep this next part to yourself." His nod is immediate, his loyalty unspoken but strong. Sebastian pauses, processing the enormity of the revelation. His face, usually composed and confident, momentarily reflects the weight of the shared sorrow. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, fingers entwined, signaling his complete attention. "Michal, I'm truly sorry to hear this," he says softly, his voice steeped in genuine compassion. His gaze holds steady, offering support without judgment.

“I am Sebastian, mate to Eva and father to this innocent child. You will not escape justice. You are not Tim.” “You don't get to threaten me”. The imposter snapped and clenched his fists. Sebastian's jaw clenched as he observed the imposter's defiance. He advanced towards him, his aura radiating power and authority as he narrowed his eyes in a steely gaze. "I don't need to threaten you," Sebastian growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Your actions speak for themselves. You have deceived and endangered innocent lives, and for that, there will be consequences."

He could feel the intensity emanating from Levi, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. As Sebastian stood at the threshold of the room, he took a moment to address the others, his voice dripping with a seemingly genuine friendliness. "Alright, nice to meet you all. My name is Sebastian. I'm Levi's cousin, and I hope to see you guys around," he said, his words delivered with a mischievous smile playing upon his lips.

"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!

His voice was laced with accusation. Tristan's voice remained calm, a stark contrast to Sebastian's growing frenzy, "Sebastian, I suggest you regain your composure and consider the seriousness of the situation. It is my responsibility to provide you with the truth, no matter how difficult it may be. Would you prefer false hope and empty promises that could lead to the loss of your mate's life? I am here to guide you through this, but I cannot guarantee her safety and keep any of you under false hopes. The risks are substantial, and it is my duty to be transparent."