Pokemon Tobias Novels & Stories

She didn’t mention Travis’ name or allude to her knowing who it was but… “Don’t look so glum bud,” Tobias says walking in and immediately pouring himself a drink. Tobias takes a seat across from me, propping his feet up on the table, and leaning back in a casual way. He sips his drink letting out a satisfied sigh, licking the remaining liquid from his lips. “It's just a trip to the mountains. Nyctimus will give you the location of the tree. Retrieve the dagger, figure out who the gatekeeper is, and we're golden.”

A muffled whimper. My head snapped toward him. Tobias was standing there, swaying slightly, his clothes torn and scorched like he’d run through a fire. His face was bruised, a gash on his temple leaking crimson down his cheek. But he wasn’t holding his wounds. He was clutching a bundle wrapped in cloth. A small, fragile bundle. My breath caught. Tobias staggered closer. His voice was hoarse, raw. “I got one of them back.”

Jude came back, staring fearfully at him. "Thank you," Tobias let a composed smile settle on his lips, cold. He cut flesh from Loaner Boss's arm. His screams erupted again. "You haven't even seen diabolical, J. When you see diabolical, you'll do more than vomit." Jude looked at him, uncertain. "Who are you?" He asked slowly. "Can't even find anything online." "Quit searching, you won't find a damm thing." Tobias . "You'll know what I want you to know, soon, but don't expect immaculate. I'm the opposite of that shit."

He then turned to Kaze and said, “There are too many of them! We must go after the one who gives the command first! “You two go get Conan Queen! Leave the useless trash to me!” Before his words subsided, he had already darted toward Kaze. Tobias jumped high in the air, launching his fierce and strong hand at Kaze to grab his neck. “Kaze, die!”

And Olivia is right on time, “Tobias. What happened to you?” She rushes in like a wind and so does Theo and asks, “What happened?” “Toby is… he is…” I say but stop and start sobbing. Olivia comes towards me and shakes my shoulder and asks, “Tell me. Why isn’t he speaking up? What happened? Why is he so gloomy? What is wrong with him?” “Toby has a tumor in his brain.” I sob that out. “What?” Theo asks while Toby tries to maintain his shock of my words too.

"Aren't you afraid of what Liam will do to you?" Tobias shook his head. "You're more important to me than my fear of Liam. I can't stand to see you suffer like this." He started cracking jokes, trying to lift my spirits. He told me stories about his training mishaps, about how he once tripped and fell into a mud pit during a run, earning the nickname "Mud Monster" for weeks. Despite myself, I found a small smile tugging at my lips. "You're going to be the best fighter soon," Tobias said, grinning. "Better than Linda, for sure."

he paused with a small smile. “You told who?” I ask. “Umbra,” he responds shortly. “He said his name was Umbra.” “After the game, he’d give me bread. Enough bread, I wouldn’t have to starve anymore. That’s what he said,” Toby explains. “You came here because you were promised bread?” I ask, and he nods. I stand there without knowing the next words to say or how to explain the situation. “Welcome, fighters,” the digital voice echoes.

it was rather harsh. Tobias smirked once he realized he finally pulled the trigger that he was trying to pull for so long. "That's more like my brother," Tobias said and ruffled his hair again. 'Oh dear, Leah. Your precious Igneel will now be my puppet...but a dangerous one.' Tobias thought and internally smirked. He was sure no one can win from him in power and mind games and to some extent he was right. He ended something before it even got started. It was the end of Leah's and Igneel's story which never really got the time to bloom.

He winked at Emma and Gregory, then quipped, “Ah, so you two are finally awake after disturbing the peace of the entire house.” Gregory shot him a glare, his eyes narrowing. “One more word from you, and I’ll gladly rip your throat out.” Tobias snickered, sticking his tongue out and playfully mimicking Gregory. “Blah blah blah, Mr. Big Bad Alpha.” The room burst into laughter as Tobias exaggerated his expressions, his antics breaking any lingering tension. As the laughter settled, Tobias’ expression turned serious, his usual humor replaced by a determined gaze. "Gregory," he began, his tone carrying an edge of urgency, "I need to discuss something important. It seems there's been an attack on

His white beard reached his chest, and his eyes—bright as a bulb—swept across the battlefield. Tobias. Elder Tobias. Alive. He stepped forward with a staff in one hand and fire in the other. Since when did he learn dramatic entries and when did he start using magic? Dorian’s snarl was instant. “Impossible!” Tobias didn’t flinch. “You keep using that word, Dorian. I don’t think you know what it means.” He walked toward us, slow, sure. “Do you have room,” Tobias said, pausing just at our front line, “for one more?”