Tobias Rogers Novels & Stories

All those things frustrated Tobias as he stood up. “Can you guys just stop with this fake impersonation? I know that maybe you guys met me as an opportunity for me to impersonate someone, but I don't want to impersonate anybody. I don’t want to impersonate anybody. Okay, now you're telling me that I am someone named Toby who is the Alpha of a kingdom?”

With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. “Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. “And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. “Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

He looked at Cia who only smiled in return, but soon her daughter-in-law said, "Introduce yourself, honey." Tobias turned to Zeno as if seeking approval. After the man gave a small nod, Tobias approached Saka and introduced himself as a child born from a naitura. With that, no one knows that he is Cia and Morgan's child. Tobias is very happy to be on Earth with his very nice brothers. Even though they often fought, the boy knew that it was just an ordinary fight. His succumbing nature makes him the object of bone of contention by Viktor and Lavatera.

“I… It's not Ashton’s fault. I came he—” Riktor gestured for him to stop talking. “Not bad.” He uttered while observing the place. Then his sight landed on Toby, who looked like he had stopped breathing. “Tobias, you need to relax. You look like you're about to pass out. I'm not going to hurt you kid." He stated. Toby heaves a sigh of relief. "Or at least not yet," Riktor added. He saw Toby's face tensed. "I'm joking." He said, then laughed maniacally.

No, that didn’t make sense. “He… he was alive,” I said. “He had to be-” “He wasn’t,” Solomon cut in. “Bullet between the eyes. Clean. Professional.” T. It had to be. He’s cleaning up his trail which only meant we were getting closer… or getting played from the very beginning. My stomach twisted violently. Marcus swore under his breath. “Jesus…” Solomon’s gaze stayed locked on me. “Tobias was afflicted with that organization,” he continued. “But that was years ago. And even if he knew anything, well, he’s of no use now.”

“I’m home.” And I flung myself into his arms. But just as I did— A scream rang out from the woods. Tobias burst into the clearing, blood running down his chest. “They’re here,” he panted. “Who?” I demanded. He looked up, horror on his face. “Viktor and Mira. And they brought a damn army.”

Anton Rogers is the past. But underneath the sparkling sheen, her brain was a fortress under silent siege. The one fired at Rogers Tower hadn't been a sledgehammer of an attack but a scalpel. It had spooked her. It didn't have the blunt fingerprints of a rival corporation or any greedy hacker. It was elegant, surgical, and bore the chilling signature of someone who knew the system architecture all too well. Someone like Sabatine Stalker.

The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it," one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.