Linus Caldwell Novels & Stories

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

Alpha Nicholas While Robbie's Link could have come at a better time, I'm not angry at him. Now, if he had interrupted my chance at round two just to inform me of something completely useless then I would personally kick his ass but this... what he needs right now, it won't get pushed aside. No chance.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

"Two hundred thousand dollars is a small price to pay for clearance" Lalo says as he cuts into his garlic butter chicken. Another day another hundred thousand dollars to make off of black market meetings like this. I’m a proud man but if I could have chosen a different life I probably would have done something different or something even a little more creative like becoming a sniper or something. Still something fucker up and dangerous but with more travel and way fucking more down time between kills. "The O'Neils offer the same amount of clearance for half the price" Sandoval argues.

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. He chuckled but the sound held no humor. It was pure evil and had every hair on my body standing on end, "As much as you fucked up, you're still an asset. You have an eye for design. That's why you'll be assisting Jaxon with his design." Using the pads of my fingers to brush away my fallen tears, I whipped my head toward Gunnar who had an award-winning grin on his stupid face, "I can't do that. I'm not qualified and..."

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

“Remember the way we did back in the Moon Howlers’ secret base?” Dalton locked gazes with Lucas. ‘No one apart from Patricia and Alpha Blaze knows that we are primordial werewolves.’ Lucas’s eyes shifted on me for a split second as he mind linked both Dalton and I. ‘Then, who should we send inside?’ Dalton looked between the two of us. ‘I will go… I can detect whether there’s silver inside.’ Lucas volunteered before I could say anything. ‘But if there’s silver inside then?’ Dalton arched an inquiring eyebrow at him.

Or at least as an acknowledgement, something to respect. I turned a corner too sharply and nearly collided into someone. A soft, familiar laugh met me as warm hands steadied my arms. “Well, well,” Madeline drawled, her copper hair tumbling over her shoulder as she grinned at me. “If it isn’t our brave Luna herself. I keep finding myself growing more curious about who you are and what you're trying to do, but trust me, you are catching Nolan’s eye. He's impressed by you. Had he not been, he wouldn't have allowed you to be in that room in the first place.”

November 11th "Good evening Alpha Xander Kuznetsov," Leo said as he opened the door to a tall man. He had jet black hair and icy blue eyes. His features were sharp and manly and had a dark stubble framed his jaw. "Good evening, Alpha Leonardo Loren," he said in a thick Russian accent as they shook hands. "Good to see you," Leo said, shaking his hand too. "This is my Beta, Blair, my Gamma, Luca and my Luna, Ella."

"Is this true?" Selena cautiously glanced at Linus on the ground and then turned her head toward Koven. Koven sighed, realizing he could not hide the truth any longer. He had to explain to Selena and Lucy, "Earlier, Matthew told me that Linus was a dangerous person. I didn’t believe it at first, so I checked him out on the Mermaid Network. "What I found was shocking. He was an assassin for Spades a long time ago and was involved in three major infamous incidents worldwide. One of the biggest cases was the assassination of a president.