Book Of Caleb Novels & Stories

She was so lost in the wonderment of it all that she didn’t realize everyone else was finished with their meal until her father rose to speak. “ We would like to thank you all for being here this week as Dryven completes the trial. As you all know the prophecy states that whichever one of the cauldron born who completes the trial will be the greatest among us and the one to unite us all. Now we would be honored if you all would join us on the morning ride.” And with that being said her father and mother with an other worldly grace make their way out of the hall.

Why would he even inform her of such trivial details? Callum closed the backdoor of his car and Bea entered the car without waiting for Callum. She looked at Caleb who was comfortably seated on his car seat and was now scrolling on his iPad. “What are you doing, Caleb?” Bea asked when she saw that his attention was focused on what he was doing. “I was just browsing. I’m looking for a good book to read next,” Caleb answered without even looking at her. “What?” Bea asked though she already heard what he said for the first time.

And Caleb… Caleb was gone. Only a scorch mark remained where he had stood, burned deep into the earth. “What the hell was that?” Andrew breathed. I swallowed hard, my hands shaking as I wiped dirt from my face. “I don’t know.” But deep down, I did. Caleb had been a phantom, a remnant of something unnatural. His presence in this world had been wrong. And whatever magic had kept him tethered here—it had just been shattered. Jacob snarled, his rage unrelenting. “This isn’t over,” he spat, his chest heaving.

The Rogue didn't say anything and instead continued to struggle against Caleb's grip. “I'm not going to ask you again” “Fuck you” The Rogue spat out and in a swift moment, I heard a sickening crack and then a snap as the rogue cried out. Caleb had ripped his arm off. I winced and turned away. I'd never been a fan of gore or torture. Just then, the rest of Caleb's hunt party arrived. “We're taking him back alive. He's refusing to talk” Caleb said simply as he stood up, adjusting his black shirt. They lifted up the rogue and left when Caleb signaled for them to do so.

Demi. What the hell were they doing here? I forced myself forward. My boots were almost silent on the marble, but inside, my pulse was a goddamn thunderstorm. The massive doors to the throne room were half-open. I stopped there, half-hidden in the shadows. Caleb stood tall in his old Alpha posture, shoulders squared, chin raised, as though he still commanded a pack instead of being the traitor who had sold it. His hair was shorter now, a faint scar cutting across his temple, a souvenir from the last time Cardan's mansion was raised and burned perhaps. He looked older, worn down. But still him. Still magnetic in that cold, cruel way.

Alessa was already typing, her laptop glowing dimly beside her like a lifeline. Disha flipped through her notepad, her lips pressed into a thin line. Sharp. Alert. This wasn’t just a briefing. It was war prep. And all of them were watching me. I picked up the black marker. It felt heavier than usual. “I hope you came ready to listen,” I said, voice steady. “Because I’m about to show you exactly who Caleb is.” I turned and wrote his name in large, brutal letters: CALEB Then two firm slashes beneath, splitting the board into MOTIVE, ACTION, and PROOF.

Especially not someone like Tessy, who didn’t have a strong voice or power to protect herself. “I need to do something,” I whispered to myself. But the truth was, I didn’t even know where to start. Caleb was dangerous, and I didn’t have the authority to question him directly. I couldn’t even go to Kaden now, he was already gone with the warriors and all I could do was wait for Kaden to return. While I waited, I remembered what he told me yesterday that I had something important to do too. He wanted me to read the books about the demons. He told me where to find them in the house, and maybe reading them would help me understand what we were up against.

And frankly, he was relieved not to have to worry about so many details. Caleb was happy in this time and place. He loved being here, with Caitlin and Scarlet and Ruth and all the others, and he felt relaxed, as if he could let his guard down. The search for the final key was of course in the back of his mind, but he knew there was little that could be done until the new clue’s location revealed itself to Caitlin.

“This…power that I have. It’s my Goddess gift. And I literally just got it. Like, when I talked to you over the intercom just got it. I’m not used to using it and I have already used it several times without realizing it. Pretty sure I convinced our head administrator to buy us all pizza for lunch and several nurses to go get ice cream for all of us.” He scoots down the wall, landing on his butt. Leaning forward, he pushes the raw meat towards me. Then he pulls the cooked food to himself, opening the packaging and starting to eat. I just watch him, my stomach growling loudly. He doesn’t react, just bites into the cheeseburger that he’s holding. After a few minutes, he says, “I’m Cale

Caleb's voice was sharp. "I don't know what to believe." She looked at him, desperate. "Caleb, if it's true—if he's been working with the Red Claw this whole time—" "Then everything makes sense." Caleb paced the cabin, his movements restless, agitated. "The attacks that always seemed to find our weak points. The way they knew when to strike. The fact that they targeted you specifically." He stopped, turning to face her. "He wanted you out of the way. He wanted me out of the way. He wanted—"