Tobias Rogers Novels & Stories

Whoosh! A figure leap into the air and landed steadily on the ground. Upon seeing the man’s appearance, everyone could feel a shiver down their spine. They all unconsciously took a few steps back. “Tobias…” “He came…” “Didn’t Maxine say that she’s been expelled from the family? Why would Tobias still come?” “Let’s watch the show.” The ancient martial artists were wearing mischievous grins on their faces. Tobias was wearing a black robe with a long sword on his back.

Not when the world knows me as Cory. “Love isn’t true. It is just a myth used to kill souls,” my mother’s cold voice echoed through my head. A myth. But day in and out, I see people smile at the ones they love and nothing like a myth in their story. “So, what do you say?” he asked, his shoulder brushing mine. Was I willing to risk my life for a cup of drink with a guy whose name I didn’t know? “I am Tobias, you?” He introduced himself, looking at me with a friendly smile on his face.

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

“You ought to truly conversation to whoever handles your PR. The entirety ‘world-ending cabal’ thing kind of falls brief when no one knows who’s in charge.” Cassius chuckles, his voice dribbling with condescension. “You certainly have a mouth on you, don’t you, Nyx?” he inquires, taking to begin with one, and at that point two steps toward me, slipping from the dais with an expression that looks like the cat that ate the canary. “Tobias did continuously say you were vivacious. I think I’m beginning to get it fair how much.” He jerks his chin at Tobias. “You’ve kept us waiting.” “I was held up,” Tobias says in a tone that sounds nearly purposely level. “I had to head them off at the pass.”

“Jake Mano,” He answer professionally, taking a moment to regard Tobias from head to toe before asking. “And who may you be?” Of course he already knew the answer to that question, Tobias, without any introduction needed, was a figure of great importance and influences. The whole world knew who he was, so much, that his name was a common search word. Tobias raised an eyebrow. “Tobias,” He answered. “Tobias Larsen, and last I checked, if you want to question someone, it’s only courtesy that you answer one’s question.”

He had one leg missing from the knee to the ground. I did not feel the authority pressure of Alpha King this time when he asked him, "Who are you?" But I knew he was using his authority king power. The rogue became unstable and replied, "I am Tobias Riddle." Alpha King continued, "Give me all your fucking details?" That rogue Tobias got scared and said, "Please don't kill me. I will tell you everything." Alpha King said without mercy, "I asked for the details?"

“Sure, sure! We will probably be caught up on everything tomorrow anyway. It seems our Keepers are not so keen on parting ways after tonight's event with this new breed of Rogues.” Yet another stressful battle ahead, and the idea of it was already causing anxiety. A lot of lives would be lost going down this path. “Oh boy,” I exhaled. “How is Harold?” I asked Tobias. Toby gestured his head down the hall toward the room door next to his. “He’s trying to heal,” Tobias shrugged. “Life isn’t the same for him, but he’s still doing the best he can, and apparently, Master Minken sees it.”

"The deal seemed like a reasonable one to us." "How can you say that?" I questioned, "We don't even know what we have agreed to?! And what reason does he give us to not be averse? He has done terrible things to our people and he's so condescending, arrogant, disturbing, twisted... and who does he think he's fooling with that 'smile'?! I see right through it and it makes me sick..." "Hmmm," Tobias said, "He clearly doesn't feel the same about you..." Rose sniggered and I looked at them both, “Okay, what the hell am I missing?" I asked.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.