Loretta Callisto Novels & Stories

A warrior’s memories. I let the movements rush into my head as my body copied them, and I managed to fight back Elizabeth’s attacks for a short while. I got cocky thinking about how I had a warrior’s memories in my head, and she took advantage of my arrogance by eventually knocking me over. She hit my sword out of my hands and held hers to my throat. “How long do you plan to keep up that appearance, witch?” she asked, but I insisted I was myself. I am Callisto!

He would be so glad to share a woman with him. 'Alessandro,' the one driving the boat sighed. 'Do you want us dead?' 'Don't be a chicken, we can make money from her and no one will know she is alive.' 'And what make you so sure that Alberto will buy her?' 'Why don't you make the call and find out.' Alessandro, the short man smirked. The taller man, Callisto by name, thought about the tempting offer. He sighed and picked up his phone. Maybe the call would connect from where they were on the sea. Alessandro had other plans. All he needed to do was exploit Callisto's connection with the buyer, get the money and kill Callisto. Then the money would be all his.

“Whatever crazy science experiment you’re cooking up in that twisted head of yours, Callisto, you can say it right here. Proceed. What do you want?” Doctor Callisto didn’t blink. He didn’t stutter, he didn’t look uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t bother softening the blow with medical jargon. He just looked me dead in the eye and dropped the bomb with the casual demeanor of a man ordering a black coffee. “The synthetic laboratory integration has an unacceptably high rate of fatal cellular shock,” Callisto said smoothly. “Therefore, to make actual biological progress without burning your internal organs to ash, you are going to need to be having regular, unprotected sex with Alfonso.”

All life disappeared from the room in just a plunge while he stood there in the middle of the bloodbath. "To think that this mere lowlife gets to have the first glimpse of the one I've been craving for all this time." He laughs out bitterly, rubbing the magic orb without delay. The scenery in the orb then shifted on the current scene in the Luna's chambers as she stood there with a troubled look in her face. "There she is." Biting his lower lip while trying to conceal his emotions beginning to burst, King Caius's eyes darken at the mere sight of her. "Scarlett." ******

“You know I was just fine. I hate those parties. But, did anything happen last night in the gala? Earlier in his room...” “You misunderstood. Nothing happened.” Chelsea rectified his words as they climbed the ancient spiral stoned stairs, alongside the silver framed portraits displayed on the stone wall. All of these belonged to the Callisto family. From the light of the vertical slits in the walls, she could discern how flawlessly those portraits had been drawn by the artists. Callistos were known for their keen interest in arts. Alastair's father and grandfather both were famous artists. Reagan could do it finely as well. “You were wearing his shirt, not to mention the towel, and he...”

Like home. Still, Kael tried to fight. He pointed at me. “She only wants power. She’s pretending to be strong, but she’s weak.” The elder stepped forward, but before he could speak, something strange happened. The crown in Lucien’s hand… began to glow. A soft light, silver and gold, shimmered across it. Like the moonlight itself had touched it. The elders stepped back, stunned. One of them whispered, “It’s the Alpha Spirit.” The wind stilled. The leaves stopped moving. It felt like the world was watching.

Damian stood up, observing the room in search of something useful. “Doctor, is there a potion that can stop this?”. “I don’t know much about magic, but the only option that can stop this is called the Vela Harmento. A potion known to destroy all interference in magical streams and give the user immense strength.” “Where can we find this Vela Harmento?” Dennis growled, his patience slowly slipping.” “It’s known to be found in Lake Harmante, at the banks. It only grows on the night of the solstice. That’s the only opportunity you get to save her,” the doctor heaved as he finished tying her arms.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.