Tobey X Wordgirl Novels & Stories

It was already oozing and looked painful. He walked up to the witch who looked at him balefully. Toby looked down at him put his foot over the scrawny neck of the witch, effectively stopping his thrashing. What are we waiting for? I asked Toby. I wanted to end this now. Just wait, he said, most infuriating. I snarled at him, and he just gave me a grin. Jerk. Two minutes later, a small, grey wolf came running up to us and then shifted. I recognized Lily, a young orphan that we had taken in when she was little. She had just started warrior training which made her around sixteen, I would guess.

They were tackled, they rolled in the mud, and they popped back up like rubber bands. One of the boys, a seventeen-year-old named Toby with messy hair and mud smeared across his cheek, jogged past to retrieve a wayward sparring pad. He looked up, saw the Luna standing there, and didn't freeze. He didn't drop to his knees. He didn't avert his eyes in submission. He grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Evening, Leela!" Toby called out, breathless. "Tell Fenn I finally nailed that takedown! Jax said it was 'barely passable,' which means it was awesome!"

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”