Black Lightning Tobias Novels & Stories

All it will do is put my price up. The cat stretched and said softly, ‘It will bring them out into the open’ She spun around, ‘Who Toby?’ ‘I am sorry child, there will be challengers but at the end on your 21st birthday, there will be only two, one is dark and one is light. Choose wisely little Witch’ Tobias was forbidden to tell her anymore, if he did he would die a horrible death he told her solemnly and she had no reason to disbelieve him. He hated lying to her but his Master had commanded him and he had to obey.

"So we sought help." I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. The words felt heavy, charged with something dangerous, something I didn’t quite understand. "What kind of help?" Tobias hesitated, his eyes flicking away from mine for just a moment, as though the answer was something too painful to give. But then he met my gaze again, and there was no turning back. No escaping what he was about to say. And then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, he said it. "A witch."

Then, my eyes moved to the couch right behind Calix. Tobias Russo was sitting back on the leather cushion, a wicked, ugly grin on his face, his eyes fixed entirely on Calix. I shifted where I was standing, my gaze moving between them back and forgot. It was as clear as day now. Tobias was definitely blackmailing Calix. He had forced Calix to throw the match, and now he was dragging him through this whole act just for fun. My forehead creased immediately, and the kind of rage that hit me nearly shattered the glass in my hand.

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He looked at Cia who only smiled in return, but soon her daughter-in-law said, "Introduce yourself, honey." Tobias turned to Zeno as if seeking approval. After the man gave a small nod, Tobias approached Saka and introduced himself as a child born from a naitura. With that, no one knows that he is Cia and Morgan's child. Tobias is very happy to be on Earth with his very nice brothers. Even though they often fought, the boy knew that it was just an ordinary fight. His succumbing nature makes him the object of bone of contention by Viktor and Lavatera.

“I’m home.” And I flung myself into his arms. But just as I did— A scream rang out from the woods. Tobias burst into the clearing, blood running down his chest. “They’re here,” he panted. “Who?” I demanded. He looked up, horror on his face. “Viktor and Mira. And they brought a damn army.”

right in front of the former Luna of the Blackwood pack. A dark, incredibly obvious flush rapidly crept up Toby’s heavily scarred neck, completely ruining his terrifying, lethal reputation. He instinctively tried to scramble to his feet to bow, but the two sleeping toddlers anchoring his arms to the floor made the tactical maneuver completely impossible. He was trapped.

The blue light vanished, and the machine plummeted into the dark waves of the Pacific. Silence returned to the North Coast—a silence so profound it felt like the world had gone deaf. Toby was slumped against the railing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I knelt beside him, my hands shaking as I checked his wounds. “You did it,” he whispered, a weak smile touching his lips. “You used the ‘rot’ to save us.” “I didn’t use the rot, Toby,” I said, my voice trembling. “I used the light.”

Tobias pressed his lips to my forehead and exhaled a laboured breath. “Be the light” he croaked weakly. The blue glow evolved into a bright sparkle. Tobias’s hand fell from the back of my neck and his head lolled to the side. I leaned back a look over his sickly face. The blue light was coming from him. It was his energy, his life spark.

“We have to see out for our claim presently. That’s all any of us can do.” “You’re a fucking coward,” Map book growls. “Is that what makes a difference you rest at night? Must be simpler than conceding it’s all since you couldn’t get your paws on Nyx.” Tobias solidifies, transient anger blazing in his eyes as he brings the werebears around us closer. “That has nothing to do with it,” he says. Anything question might have been there some time recently vanishes, pushed out by his assurance, and when he fixes up, his hide bristling, I realize with a sinking feeling that his intellect is as of now made up. “Nyx,” he says, “you’re coming with me. I guaranteed the Dark Sign light enchantment, and