Tobias Pokemon Novels & Stories

Harvey instantly noticed a brute force coming from Toby’s palm when they shook hands, as if the latter wanted to crush his palm. Apparently, Toby was trying to test him again. Harvey remained relaxed, with not a single change in his expression. He calmly suppressed the force from Toby’s palm, taking in the latter’s challenge with ease. Being able to sit firmly in the position of the first-in-command in such a complicated place like Hong Kong was a testament to Toby’s strength, whether it was due to his own prowess or the strength of his supporters. Rumor had it that Toby possessed the skills of the first generation’s God of War.

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.”

After a minute Tobias nodded and jogged down the porch steps, pulling his shirt off as he went. “After you” he said and threw his shirt on the pile where my own clothes were already sitting. I stopped resisting the fire and let it run through me freely. The snapping and cracking of my bones sounded as I ground my teeth together. I felt my tail slowly push through and my claws scratch into the dirt. My face and jaw stretched and elongated into my snout, and the fur burst through my skin. The change was done, and I stood panting softly as I looked up at Tobias. “Such a pretty little puppy” he teased and went to pat my head. I growled and snapped my teeth at his approaching hand.

I was ready to retreat when my name caught my attention. “Caleb is a prime example of how strong the offspring of fated mates can be,” Tobias said in his reedy voice. He wasn’t a powerful wolf, and the herbs he used to access his powers of divination weakened him, but he was invaluable to the pack. Some wolves could wield magic, but Tobias pushed his ability past the natural order in service to Moon Edge. His foresight anticipated threats from wolf packs and other shifters who sought to take our land.

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.

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.

Their ability to adapt to any situation and make it their own. Once their powers awakened, they could mimic anything and everything, blending naturally into the background. That was why they were called Obsidian. But their fur was white. Special. Rare. Dangerous. Tobias was pacing now. “We are doomed if that’s who I think it is. You know the deep shit we’re in, right?” I took a deep breath. I knew too well. “Relax, Tobias. She doesn’t know anything. And we aren’t even sure…”

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."