Tobias And The Arcane Merchant Novels & Stories

I would advise listening to the song "Arcade" by Duncan Laurence ft. FLETCHER for this chapter. Specifically in the third scene where Portia and Tobias had a conversation. ~*~ “Tobias!” I whimpered as my eyes widened when I saw Tobias tackled on the ground. My stomach tied a knot as I ran towards him, almost stumbling on the ground when my feet scuffed the floor. “Please, wait! You’re taking the wrong person.”

One of the students asked, “Why does this man wear the face mask like a clown?” Host Hook explained, “No, he is not a clown. It is the portrait of the rich merchant…” Sycamore giggled, “Merchant?” “No disturbances please.” Host Hook continued with unstable eyes which were wandering in a random direction, “He was a rich merchant of his times, Hexa De Morte. He was more commonly known as Merchant of Demise.” The students chorused, “Woooo”

I raised my eyebrows at him and within seconds, the weak crying Laura was replaced with the one who wasn't scared of a fight, even if it's against certain dark lord "I need a specific price, so I can know how much I'm going to pay back," I replied, my voice shaky and knowing fully well that I have no means of paying him back, I was supposed to pay Antonio back but where did that lead me, in the clutches of a man who people call the dark lord. "The point is…. isn't what I bought you with but the fact that you'll be mine till I say otherwise."

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.”

The longer he looked, the more his face hardened, as if he were watching history reveal its teeth. Lyra broke the silence first. “So it wasn’t just Morrigan.” Tobias’s fingers tightened around the edge of a parchment. “No.” The answer was quiet, but it hit like a hammer. Lyra’s stomach twisted. “Then who?” Tobias lifted his eyes slowly. In the dim light, he looked older than Lyra had ever seen him, as if the weight of what he knew had finally settled onto his bones. “There are names in Silvercrest,” he said, “that cannot be spoken lightly.”

Tobias calmly responded, "I paid your father ten million dollars, and he convinced you to marry me. This was a business deal for me, not a favor. Now, I'm simply giving my wife a gift to celebrate her promotion. Why not accept it with joy?" Alicia bowed her head in shame and whispered, "I don't deserve you to be so kind to me." Tobias's lips curved upwards in a mischievous grin like a bad boy intent on mischief as he posed his question, "So, the reason you declined my gift was because Damian Howard, the Moon Halo Pack's Alpha, gave you a more expensive one?" Alicia's eyes widened at the mention of Damian's name. "What? You know Damian?" she exclaimed, feeling a sudden wave of panic, unsure o

“The artifact’s power runs deeper than you could ever comprehend.” Aria stepped forward, her power flaring in response. “Who are you?” she demanded. The figure’s hood fell back, revealing a face that sent a shockwave through me. It was someone we all knew—someone who should have been dead. “Tobias,” I whispered, my heart sinking as I realized the truth. The Alpha of the Moonshine Pack had been corrupted by the remnants of the artifact’s magic. As Tobias’s eyes glowed with unnatural energy, I knew the fragile truce had shattered—and the real battle was just beginning.

Tobias. “Surprised to see me, Adam?” His lips curl into a mocking sneer. “You should have made sure I was dead. Now your pack will pay the price for your failure.” Ice floods my veins. Tobias was gifted dark magic, returning from death itself for vengeance. And we played right into his trap. “Where is my family?” I growl. If he has touched Alyssa or Sophia... "Safe - for now. You'll get your daughter back if you surrender your territory and pack to me." His eyes gleam with triumph. "Otherwise, you'll never see the little brat alive again."

Alaric beating the living daylight out of Irene whilst fighting off a guard—Tobias. What? Before I could be able to call Marc, he had used his wolf speed to run across and push Tobias off Alaric as they gave themselves death glares. Tobias is a gamma from Black Blemish Pack, but he was trained here by Marc. “Thanks buddy.” I heard Alaric say as he was bleeding from some scratches he had gotten from Tobias, and Marc winked. “What happened here?" Marc questioned as he was in the highest level of anger.

Tobias was a Wolf Witch some time recently he was a werebear operator, and if there’s anybody on their side who can get past the boundary, it’s him. Atlas growls, sinking his effective jaws into the spot at the base of Tobias’ neck. My previous companion shouts out in torment and seethe, the boundary dissolving as it were to re-manifest as a circling wisp of control that hammers into Atlas’ chest. Presently it’s his turn to cry out in torment, and my mouth drops open, my hold on my enchantment hailing momentarily. Tobias throws them both to the side, debilitating Atlas’ already-weak grasp on him, and turns to me, woofing through gritted teeth, “I’m too bad around this Nyx. I can’t let you go