Caleb's Crossing Novels & Stories

“Please. Go now.” Caleb nodded and opened the balcony door, leaping over the railing and shifting mid leap. His brothers followed suit and they took off through the snow, following Izzy’s scent.

He looked at Caleb not with hatred, but with a clinical, terrifying detachment. ​“You have a strange scent, boy,” Alaric said, his voice a low rattle. “It’s Vane. The blood of the boundary-crossers. Tell me, do you cross boundaries because you have a destination, or because you’re running from yourself?” ​Caleb didn't flinch. He had faced down Southern cannons and Void-Wraiths; he wasn't going to break under the gaze of a man who had spent fifteen years in a tank. “I’m here because she asked me to be.”

Caleb stood before her, naked and gasping, his skin covered in the silver light of her protection. He grabbed her, pulling her into a desperate embrace. “The void... it showed me a world where you never arrived,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “A world where I died in the dark.” “That world doesn't exist,” Scarlett promised, her heart breaking for the depth of his fear. “We’re going back. Together.” As they crossed the threshold of consciousness, the black mark on Caleb’s arm flared one last time before shattering into a thousand harmless sparks. In the treasury, Caleb’s eyes snapped open. He let out a sharp, gasping breath, his hand instantly flying to Scarlett’s face to ensure she was re

“As much as I want you, being drunk while I fuck you won’t erase your fear and trauma. If anything, it might get worse. How about you get dressed and join me in the kitchen? I made something for your hangover. It will help ease your headache.” “How do you know I have a headache?” “Red, we are mates. The bond between us gets stronger with each passing day. And you are not the first to get drunk from the wine made by Jeremy and Conon. That stuff is strong.” Caleb goes to the door. “Dress warmly.” “We are going somewhere?” “To the border. A friend is waiting for me there.” I do as Caleb asks and put on a pair of jeans and a warm sweater. Before going to the kitchen, I brush my hair and braid it

“They could be hunted down before dawn.” “I gave them a route,” Caleb said. I stared at him, stunned. “You what?” “They’ll make it past the Moonlit border before sunrise. After that, no patrol can follow.” I looked at him in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself? You planned their escape, mapped their route, and now you’re confessing to my face!” “I’m not hiding from you,” he said firmly. “I never would.” “And what about Halvar? You think you can hide this from him?”

It was a tough decision, but be was confident it would pay off. ***** Gayle slipped past the hallway of Caleb's mansion. There were a few guards on ground, but considering most of them had gone off to join the battle with Alejandro, and there was barely anyone in her way, as she headed toward Caleb’s chamber. The familiarity of his scent hit her, but she noticed it had been tainted with another she found unfamiliar.

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.

"Ahhhh!" Her eyes broadened, the feeling of shock, anger and fear washed over her. Running to the door, Celeste tried opening it but unfortunately, it was locked from outside. "Don't worry, you will definitely like my gift." Remembering what he said before she left, Celeste screamed loudly while trying to run away from the cockroaches in the room, "Rhodes Weston. You psychopath!!!" * The Next Morning * "Stand with your arms up." While trying to follow Carmen's order, she could barely stand still. Her legs felt so numb so did her arms as she had to hold two bowls of water on her hand.

Yet, despite the triumph, the wall between them remained completely intact. On the long charter bus ride back home that evening, the rest of the team was in high spirits, singing, shouting, and celebrating their big trophy at the back of the bus. But in the row containing Ethan and Marcus Hale, there was only silence. They sat side by side, staring out opposite windows into the dark winter night, the heavy marks on their necks hidden beneath their high-zipped jackets, keeping their secrets entirely to themselves. AUTHORS NOTE: Double update 🫪

No notebook. Caleb was already in the sub-basement corridor, coat off, sleeves rolled, the metal key not in the door yet — in his hand, turning, turning, like a man still doing the math. He saw her and the math ended. “Ten,” he said. “Ten.” “Nothing for the camera.” “Nothing.”