Tobias Rogers Novels & Stories

“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.”

a technician said. Tobias adjusted his cuffs. “Then let her witness the death of kings.” ---

"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.

Then, the door opened, and I forgot how to function. Tobias looked like a walking magazine ad—brown suit, that calm swagger, those eyes that made me forget how to lie. And of course, he had the audacity to smile at me like he wasn’t currently frying my last nerve.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

I blink. "You’ve never seen someone cry from happiness?" He narrows his eyes. "You think people cry for fun?" I open my mouth. Close it. Decide it’s not worth explaining. "You know what? Never mind," I sigh. Tobias runs a hand down his face, looking five years old. "I thought I was about to witness an actual crisis," he mutters. "I am so not paid enough for this." Then, under his breath— "Fucking pregnant people." I shake my head, but my chest feels lighter.