Novel & Cerita Tobias Snape

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.

I can hear him shouting to me as the door shuts , no I need to see my brother . Tobius hates Cicero , he has told me on many occasions to wake up and see him for what he is . Tobius is a dark fae , but he has no interest in power . He loves female company, always has . The princess is his type , beautiful, well presented , feminine . Not the little mutt , no she is too mouthy for Tobius , not to mention the god awful way she dresses . I think if I swap the princess for help getting rid of the little mutt my brother would be willing to help .

“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.

His pack, with Clarisse at the head, stares at him in shame, betrayal, and disgust. I have a feeling that by the time this conference is over, that pack would be greatly reduced if not disbanded. “Most of you, if not all, are already aware of the reason we are meeting like this,” he says, his voice carrying out across the large crowd, helped also by their silence and a spell from Fredja. “For those who are unaware, Tobias here who was once known as a renowned and friendly pillar of the werewolf community has been discovered to be a traitor to us all. A green snake under green grass if you will.

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.

All it will do is put my price up. The cat stretched and said softly, ‘It will bring them out into the open’ She spun around, ‘Who Toby?’ ‘I am sorry child, there will be challengers but at the end on your 21st birthday, there will be only two, one is dark and one is light. Choose wisely little Witch’ Tobias was forbidden to tell her anymore, if he did he would die a horrible death he told her solemnly and she had no reason to disbelieve him. He hated lying to her but his Master had commanded him and he had to obey.

There were gaps in my mind that I could never explain, moments that felt like ghosts of a life I had lived but couldn’t remember. And then there was the pain. The unbearable, soul-crushing pain that came in waves, dragging me into darkness when I least expected it. Tobias must have seen the flicker of doubt in my eyes because he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping lower. "There's more," Tobias continued, his voice dropping lower. "The nature of the spell... it seems to be some sort of love charm gone wrong. Or perhaps right, depending on the caster's intention." He leaned forward, his gaze intensifying. "Kai, have you ever loved a jealous woman? Someone who might have wanted to bind