Tobias Snape Novels & Stories

And now, her most trusted maid was cracking under pressure. She needed to get out of this—fast. The door swung open suddenly. Everyone turned. Tobias strode in, his presence filling the room like a dark cloud. Tall. Broad. Unshakable. The enforcer of the High Council. Kieran’s jaw clenched. He had never feared many men, but Tobias was not just any man. His reputation was brutal, and his rank alone made him untouchable. “I apologize for interrupting,” Tobias said, his voice deep and steady. His gaze swept the room, landing on Izzy. “I just came to check on Izzy. I heard some… concerning things.”

he snarls, spitting the words. A savage roar splits the air. Joey laughs like he thinks it is his cavalry arriving, but I lift my head to find Tobias, Aiden, Jasper, Marcus, my uncle Nicholas, and Baxter rushing in from the gate. My attention zooms in on Tobias. He looks unhinged. His eyes are black, his claws out, and dark fur covers his arms. I have never seen him this close to losing control. “Zahra!” he yells as he runs over. “Are you okay?” Uncle Nicholas asks, while Aiden and Jasper each place a restraining hand on Tobias’s shoulders.

They're all out to make me have a mental breakdown, one predator-pattern at a time. “I’m aware of my pulse, Sharon. I needed a solution, not a play-by-play,” a deep, slow voice replied. My stomach did that weird little flip it always did when Mr Ashford spoke. His voice was deep—Professor Snape deep—low and rhythmic. It was the kind of voice that made you want to lean in just to see if the air around him was vibrating. “So your solution is the tutor?” Sharon gestured toward the door, finally noticing me.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"You are cursed! We are cursed! Until she finds a solution to lift this spell, she won't come back." A howl of heartbreak escapes Toby's throat, and his eyes shimmer with unshed tears. He pulls at tufts of his red hair, eyes shifting from black to sapphire. "There has to be another way. She can't just abandon us!" Luke slowly approaches Toby like a wild animal. "Listen, this is the best way. Look at you now- you are consumed with pain. If you clear your head, you would realize this is the best way." Toby sits on his haunches, hurtful words and exclamations wanting to rip from his lips. The doubt spell coursed through him, and the need to hate Selene was chipping away at his heart.

I looked to see Mordecai with his hand held out in front of him, clearly using his powers to keep her from going to her daughter. “What did you do?!” she growled, still fighting against her father’s spell. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!” Tobias knelt and ran his finger through the pool of congealing blood, lifting it to smell the blood. “Hemlock poison,” he muttered. “A witch’s weakness.” He stood back up, but before he could even take a step towards Lukas, Felicity shot off a fire spell straight in his direction. Dave leapt forward, tackling Lukas out of the way, so the fire hit a hedge instead, and then all hell broke loose.

LENA’S POV My legs glued to the floor as I stared at him. Tobren was the last person I wanted to see, I could manage Arlo but Tobren, he was a whole different level. The air felt like needles piercing my lungs, it was like Tobren’s presence was poison…basically it was, he was a half witch…the dark magic flows through his veins. “Get out,” I said, my voice low but firm. My grip on the towel tightened, maintaining eye contact with him, trying to show no fear but in reality, I was scared.

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"Good." Looking at him right now, watching the terrifying stillness of his posture, I know for a fact that Tobias is all but calm. The tranquility he is projecting is a complete, masterful illusion. Beneath that expensive exterior, his brilliant, dangerous mind is actively cooking up something devilish, calculating something that will completely dismantle everyone who ever dared to touch a hair on his little sister's head. I tilt my head, giving him a sharp, knowing look. "Alright, Tobi. I know that look. What exactly are you planning to do with all of this?"