Tobias Whale Quotes Novels & Stories

The strange wolf snarled, “Your not enough attention might get you got killed! Don’t you know who you are messing with?” “But who are you anyway?” Toby retorded. He replied to the strange wolf’s question with another question. Far as Toby knew, he had known no one like this wolf at all. Why was it here? What did it want to do?

A killer whale, correction a killer witch. Ok, that would work, He snapped in front of me. "Rubel," "My home," I jerked him. "It's 12, don't go alone." I gave him a grin, "Is it? It's Manhattan, baby, and why do you care if anything happens to me; THERE IS A TIME TO ASK FOR HELP, right?" "I didn't mean to say that," he said, Well, I wanted you to feel ashamed of your words. "Yes, that was the exact words you had to say when you were not honest with our deal. Who am I to you? Nothing, nada, void, empty.

He said, "I feel like this time when she came back, it's like many, many years have passed. She's grown up, and in places where I couldn't see as her mentor, she's grown really well. "Go find her. I know you all only trust her." Tobias didn't stop the deer. It was one that radiated spirit energy all over, and as long as it wasn't bound by local arcane powers, it could fly across the sky. The moment the deer headed toward the great hall, a few of his apprentices rushed over, their eyes falling on the brutally killed deer on the ground. One of them said, "Mr. Revelare, this looks like it was bitten by a person."

His high-bridged nose curved gracefully like a slide, mesmerizing in its perfection. On the side of his face that faced Elara, his dimples deepened, making him all the more captivating. Tobias, who was now leaning on Theodore for support, raised a hand to shield his eyes. He needed sunglasses—his son's radiant aura was too blinding! "Let me help you to bed, Dad. Don't push yourself too hard," Theodore said. "What do you mean, push myself?" Tobias snapped. He continued thinking to himself, "You're the one putting on a show! You've turned yourself into a peacock flaunting its feathers!"

Dorian, on the other hand, had had enough. “Oh, how noble,” he sneered. “Elder Tobias, the pariah, swooping in like some savior. You think your entrance means something? You think one dusty fool will turn the tide?” Tobias turned to him slowly. “I think… you talk too much.” Dorian’s lips curled into a snarl. “Kill them all.” The ground shook as he raised his hand. Wolves—dozens—howled and rushed forward once more. The roar of claws against soil echoed like a drumline of war.

“Look at them…all prancing around laughing and dining as if two people haven’t been mauled.” “You’re bold to say that when we’re surrounded by those with heightened hearing,” I said cautiously, glancing his way. Tobias shrugged. “They don’t care about what I have to say, Val.” He said to me. “The only thing that they can hear is what they choose is important enough to hear. Me, a vassal, certainly does not count as one of the few who has something useful to say.” I found his cynicism amusing, and so did he. “I heard that your mistress is trying to set us up.”

I can’t stop the tear that falls and quickly wipe it away. Tobias notices, and gives me a weak grin. “Don’t worry about me Savannah. I deserved every second of it. If it weren’t for these chains and all the wolfsbane, history would have repeated itself.” He looks down at the ground sheepishly, and his large frame now looks so weak and frail. I run to him, grabbing his chin and tilting it up so he will look at me. When I hear Jack grab his tranquilizer gun I snap my head at him.

Tobias, he had been the best thing in my life, I was so glad I didn't lose him. “How are you?” speaking of the devil and he appeared by my side, hand on my waist as if to shield me from the harsh grip of life. “I'm digesting everything and blaming myself?” I said honestly. He brought me down for a kiss on the forehead then kissed me, “how?” I questioned, he raised his eyebrows at me at my question. “How are you so strong?” I asked in bewilderment. Tobias chuckled, “It's one of the rules as a leader, they must never see you break, less they break with you,” he repeated the same words Rachael said to me during one of my lessons on being the perfect Luna.

My skin still feels tingly from the earlier meltdown. “It’s... unusual,” Tobias says, brows pinched like he’s debating whether to tell me something. “Well, yeah, thanks. I kinda know I’m weird.” I catch their exchanged glance. “Wait, did you two feel it as well?” They both nod slowly. I blow out a long breath, letting the tension flow out. “Fantastic. Maybe it’s another quirk of being a White Wolf.” My voice drips with sarcasm, though a little dread swirls in my gut. ‘Zanthe, if this is a White Wolf side effect, can we exchange it for something less humiliating?’

I ask. Tobias’s jaw tightens. “He’s cruel to everyone smaller than him.” “That’s most people,” I say. He nods. The small smile comes back and fades. “You talk different.” “How?” “Like you don’t whisper.” He rubs a thumb over the rim of the metal cup. “Most people here whisper. Or they shout when they think they’re safe. You… you talk like you’re not afraid to hear your own voice.” I sit with that. My chest hurts. Not from the bruise this time, but from the thought of a house full of whispers. “I am afraid,” I tell him. “I’m just not letting it decide my words.”