Caleb The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

She swore she heard Gamma chuckle as he dropped his prize at her feet. The years slipped by, marked not by birthdays but by growth. At two, Cerebus was larger than any farm dog. At five, he dwarfed shepherds and mastiffs alike. By ten, he stood tall as a Great Dane, muscle rolling beneath his golden coat, each head sharp with intelligence. To strangers, he was nightmare made flesh. To Ellie, he was still the trembling pup who had pressed three noses into her jacket that stormy night.

"Did your uncle know Celeste in person before your grandpa's art exhibition?" Caleb had a unique job. Normally, he wouldn't reply to a text that quickly. However, it just so happened that he had an off day today. When he saw Jorge's text, he quickly replied to it. "Uncle Harold doesn't know Celeste. What's the matter?"

Joanna asked while walking into the living room, her eyes scanning her team as they found seats on the sprawling couches. Rachel and Julian spoke up almost simultaneously, stating they were level two, while everyone else in the group confirmed they were still level one. Caleb just sat quietly in the corner, offering a small, helpless shrug. His dreamweaver power was unique—it wasn't something he could level up through zombie or mutant cores since he had been born with it naturally, leaving his base stats entirely reliant on his own human limits.

Alpha Caleb said right before he shifted into a massive, large black wolf with a small white spot in the center of his forehead. I was impressed by his size and honestly, he had to be the largest Alpha wolf I had ever seen besides myself. My warriors started to chuckle as they took in Alpha Caleb’s wolf and the one that spoke before says, “I think we may have a match here boys.” As both my men and Alpha’s Caleb’s circled around us waiting for the match to begin.

he said. The young man turned around to face them and Caleb spoke, "Rahul! What are you doing here?" "Caleb, I was asked to come here and be part of the quest to the underworld," Rahul said Caleb got confused, he is sure that Rahul is not a werewolf or Lycan, 'but what is he? 'he asked his mind. Amelia then came forward and looked at Caleb who's still standing far from them. "Come let's see, if he's telling the truth," Amelia said

Paul said and they all started at Kyle telling him to say it “Caleb is the spy, working for Renetha, he was the one who cut me with that Gazemel blade!“ “What!“ “That's not true…” “Who is this Caleb?“ “Caleb George, son of Noah George!“ “Noah George, that rich dude, Sandra worked under him!“ “Yep!“ Kyle said “So what are we going to do?“ “Keep pretending y'all don't know who he truly was, he is the spy, we have to be extra careful around him, do not reveal anything concerning our plans around him!“ Paul said and they all nod their head in agreement.

Caleb is quiet and chill but can be a bit mischievous sometimes. Caleb is twenty. He's the older brother. He's in college studying fashion and design. He has looked up to his mother since he was a baby and wanted to be just like her. He used to sketch designs when he was seven. Started making crocheted sweaters when he was eleven. The first time he ever made a crocheted sweater, Dani cried. We were so proud of him. We knew he would go places. Just like his mother.

Caleb smiles, bouncing on his toes like a kid in a candy store. A movement from the same side catches my attention. “I think you missed one, Caleb." I point at the barely conscious rogue beside him. “I know, we are going to question him. Hopefully, he has the answer to where my mate is." I didn't even think of that, I'm starting to think Beta Caleb is more responsible than I am. “Shift," Caleb orders the almost-dead rogue. The rogue uses the rest of his strength to shift before his eyes roll to the back of his head.

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.

It occurred to him that he would need something extra to get her to open up, hence, he thought of having one of her relatives over, but she would not mention a name when he asked, perhaps fearing he would harm them, so he had gotten Roy to call Iggy. Roy had found Iggy four years ago, the kid was a computer whiz and Roy had suggested he could be of help in future. Of course, Caleb hadn’t thought there was anything they could use the boy for, he was just fourteen, what the hell did he know that an over hundred year old werewolf couldn’t figure out himself? Roy was proved right some months later when Iggy successfully traced the origin of a supposed virus that had wiped off Caleb’s document fr