Tobias Snape Novels & Stories

I was stuck to the ground, weeping. “Tyrion, you caused this—” I sniffled and wiped my runny nose. It seemed I was going blind. I couldn't help myself any longer. The little strength I had in me was already consumed and there was no hope of returning home again. Dizziness overwhelmed me. My palms reached to the floor as I tried to hold onto something. A figure appeared before me. He was a man. He looked familiar. His scent too was one I inhaled at the resort. “I hate you, Tyrion—” everything went blank.

He did not expect to see Tobias advance to the paragon stage so quickly. Mostly due to the fact that Soran did not think Tobias was not as capable and talented as Severin or Karl. If he had to say, he and Soran were most likely on the same level. Nonetheless, he was a disciple of the Deifirm Sect and the sect was capable of providing him an ample amount of seventh-grade alchemical pills.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

The princess tried to summon her clones again as soon as possible. But Tobias would not make her effort to be easy. He kept pestering Charlotte by casting a small fireball at her as quickly as he can, over and over again because he could cast a spell much faster than Charlotte, “this is what it took to become a great magician,” Tobias bragged his expertise in magic, “you need to cast your spell as fast as you can! Even if you have your daddy’s rune weapon, it will become useless if you can't cast your spell faster than me!” Tobias's main objective was not to kill Charlotte Brownfur but to distract her focus on him instead of Carson.

Tobias stood to his full height, towering over me with and air of intimidation swirling around him. “No” he growled then stomped out of the room. That was an abrupt exit. I guess I found my one wrong question. So, if Gunner is still under the influence of the darkness, that would explain the extreme actions taken against the Origin child. But why would the All Mother help Zelena and not her Mate. That part doesn’t make any sense. I sat on the edge of the bed, where Tobias just vacated from. I ran my finger over Zelena’s cheek. She looks so much like Micha. I want to tell her the truth. This whole second kidnaping has really made me realise how precious the time we have is. I don’t want to sp

The person that just got to my back was looking at me and made a weird face before holding my hand. The person behind me later changed his mind and switched with the person behind him also. After switching that, the person I later found to be behind me was Captain Snape. I was so happy and desperate to listen to his life being a black Pirate. Sir, Captain Snape. How does it feel being a black Pirate Captain. Because I used to think something like white supremacy or something. I asked him

“If he weren’t your brother, I would kill him myself.” “But you know that we can’t.” Zeus says. Selene turns to me. “She is going to need you both.” “I’m not working with him.” Toby snaps. Selene’s eyes glow an eerie white for a few seconds. “You will, young Tobias. You may be my son in law but you will do as I say.”

"Tobias? As in..." "My fucking brother." She growled out again. Tobias Lupin was a wanted Warlock, he had tried to overthrow Yasmin nearly 100 years ago, but when he failed he ran with his tail between his legs leaving his followers to take the blame. He hadn't been seen or heard of since then. "How do you know?" I asked. "I can feel his magic in this room. The little bastard." She said. "We found this sir." Came one of the warriors. I looked at him, in his hand was a syringe. I sniffed the air around it but couldn't get a scent from it to find out what it was.

“Was that what I think it was? Is that what Paden warned me about all those years ago?” I look over at Dell and notice that everyone is looking at me except for my mate. He is at our son’s side just staring at him. “He is the true and rightful king but not just of the Werewolves or Witches but of all Supernatural’s.” Tobias says as he looks around the room. His eyes landing on mine. He knows my roots and what was foretold at the beginning of time. From the very first of my kind, my ancestor.

Tobias turned to me, raising his eyebrows in amusement, and Cyrus chuckled at my command. "Like, right here?" He started to crouch with a broad smile, his slightly crooked teeth on display as I groaned in annoyance. "Or can I at least use a chair?" I knew this would be a bad idea. Even worse was that he wasn't affected by me at all. There was no intimidation, no hesitation, or fear. The yellow-eyed spell caster was as annoying as Killian was when we were kids, like a little brother. I wanted to smack him upside the head whenever a sarcastic comment flew from his mouth.