Book Of Caleb Novels & Stories

They faced each other across the small room, their feet almost touching. Caleb examined the room, looking at the floor, scanning the walls, then the ceiling. He looked intently at the bricks in the fireplace, scrutinizing every possible detail. Caitlin found herself looking, too. They both had the same thing on their minds: what could be hiding here? And where? “This is definitely the place,” Caleb said. “This is where Elizabeth lived. The question is: why did the map send us here? I don’t see anything,” he said, finally, admitting defeat.

I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear. “WHAT are we gonna do now?” my best friend Kathy said into the phone in a hysterical tone. She must have seen the news; the only woman who could break my curse had been murdered. “I don't know, Kathy,” I said to the receiver as I bowed my head in frustration, taking my eyes off the TV. “you're gonna die, Caleb, oh my God,” I could hear her stomping her feet in her house from the phone; she was furiously pacing around.

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.

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.

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.

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—"

He whispered it again, just to see if it felt funny in his mouth. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. “If he’s the reason Mom cries sometimes when she thinks we’re asleep… then yeah. He’s a scumbag.” Caleb went quiet for a minute. Then he whispered, “We should get back at him.” That made me sit up again. “What do you mean?” “Like…” Caleb’s eyes lit up the way they do when he thinks of magic tricks. “We could… sneak into his palace and hide stinky herbs in his fancy clothes so he smells bad all day.”

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.