Caleb Spade Novels & Stories

The Spawn of Privilege lay on the rocks, bereft of worldly wealth and exalted status, floundering in the sour truth of their shortcomings and fraudulence exposed. The spoils go to the victor. Caleb had demolished Oakwood's arrogant stranglehold on the region with industrial efficiency, destroying the throne room until nothing remained but rubble and traces of dried blood spray. Miranda's eyes in the stands gleamed like twin molten beacons of sexual approval, taking in the carnage with perverse desire. She noticed Caleb's berserker look from across the scorched battlefield and responded with a nasty purr that seemed to etch itself into his membranes.

Then he suddenly chuckled, a sound full of regret and shame. "Fine. You injured Kayla. Now you better go apologize properly, or you're going to lose your studio." What Caleb didn't know was that I'd already sold the studio. The wealthy and arrogant Caleb Spencer was no longer the cautious man who treated me like a treasure. Now, everything he once protected had become weapons he could use against me. But I was dying anyway. "Alright, Caleb. You better hurry, then." Caleb looked at me, confused. He didn't understand what I meant.

“Nothing. We just don’t get along.” “And I was born yesterday.” Jubilee began to put things away while Megan washed dishes. She didn’t say anything for a few moments, and Megan almost breathed a sigh of relief that she’d decided to drop the subject. “You know, it’s funny,” Jubilee remarked, “Caleb is probably the most easy-going of my brothers. Except maybe Harrison, although since he’s the oldest, he’s had his share of responsibilities. Caleb was my favorite as a kid, though. He would play games with me and bring me coloring books when I was in the hospital during treatments.” Jubilee tossed the shopping bags into the catch-all bin for bags. “So what I’m trying to say is that he isn’t the t

that the Maintainers called a vulnerability. "Caleb!" I roared within the void. "The system says you’re a scavenger! It says you're a legacy asset! Tell them they’re Out of Date!" Inside the cage, Caleb stopped pounding. He looked at the memories—the gold and silver fire—and his eyes changed. They weren't mirrors anymore. They were human. "I am... White Mane," Caleb whispered, his voice cracking the glass. [CRITICAL_EXCEPTION_DETECTED] [USER_INTERVENTION_OVERRIDING_CORE_LOGIC]

I could see blood dropping from his torn up armor which meant he wasn't all healed up. "How did you--" Before I could complete my words, Caleb pulled out the sword from the dead warriors head. I had expected the dead warrior to fall to the ground dead but instead, it roared and turned to Caleb, its one eyes glowing red with rage. It spun the spear that it was holding in the air and used the butt to hit Cakes in the chest, sending him to the ground. "Caleb O'Neal, son of Gerald O'Neal, former gamma to the Crimson Moon pack," the dead warrior said as it walked over to where Caleb laid. "You always seem to be in my way of plans. But now, I am going to end your miserable life."

I told him that they predicted that happening years before the Great War, and here we are with robots still piles of metal. Caleb's office is a unique mixture of bright colored art in jagged picture frames and odd green plants that almost looked blue in the light. He loved to talk about plants. His weird fascination with plants probably led to him being single. Not only was he single, but he didn't even seem like he had a warm bed.

"If you don't want to wake up on the front page tomorrow, you're coming with me." Caleb was a year ahead of us and a campus legend. His father was a diplomat, and his mother was the richest woman in Avenport. In terms of family backgrounds, looks, and brains, he matched Jacob toe to toe. However, he crushed Jacob in every sport. I never imagined our reunion would look like this. Once we reached Caleb's law firm, he cleared up my confusion. He'd returned to the country three years ago and established a firm in Jebony. When he discovered someone under him had taken my case, he decided to take over and handle it himself.

“No…no, that’s not possible… how?” Kaleb winked at me. “It’s a secret, my dear.” My eyes darted over to Spike. While the imposter had been a villain who’d played a part in the inferno that had destroyed my former life, he hadn’t deserved to die like that. He was troubled, arrogant, and not a good person, but he had been trying to turn things around. His work was going to help save the people of Wegalla. And the man I loved. Tears spilled down my cheeks.

I sat in on it once—she’s as good as everyone says. That’s how she and I became friends. Caleb ended up in our orbit because he works with Tío. He’s also a hybrid, son of Michael and Citra. Since his mom died in the same battle that took Gregory, he’s been quieter. Still powerful—on both sides of his nature. He probably won’t take a position in his mom’s coven, but he’s shown skill with astral travel and talking to Selene. He might end up helping JoJo in her Oracle work.

This isn’t Ryker, either, so it must be Tenebris. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” he says as he sits down next to me. “Ruin introduced me as Tenebris, but since you’re family now, you can call me Caleb.” I turn my head toward him and frown. The acrid scent coming from him doesn’t match his soft voice or his seemingly gentle demeanor. Using Halo’s gift, I close my eyes and reopen them so I can get a good look at him. But even how he looks surprises me.