Owl House Caleb Novels & Stories

She explained quietly. The forest flashed in my mind. The wolf flying back. My scream. “I did that?” “Your fear for Rafe woke it up.” she said softly. The door bolt slammed open. Caleb stood there, two big rogues behind him, a bruise colored his jaw. He looked at me, then my mother, and smiled. “Talking about the family curse?” I stood up roughly, putting myself between him and her. A low growl brewing in my throat. Caleb laughed arrogantly. “Still got some fight omega! Good.” He walked in, his smell of leather and arrogance filling the room.

"They found her. Or rather, they found who took her. It was the Ravencurse Pack. Caleb Donovan’s personal escort." The name hit me like a physical blow. Caleb. That arrogant, self-righteous bastard. He’d been my shadow since the Academy—always one step ahead, always looking down at me like I was something he’d stepped in. "Caleb?" I burst into a dark, humorless laugh. "He took Isla? Why? That man only surrounds himself with the finest things. Why would he pick up a wolf-less reject who can barely walk a mile without panting?" "He’s calling her his Luna, Noah."

I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.

Olivia exclaimed blushing. "I had already worried that you didn't show interest in the opposite sex.” he continued, ignoring her. “Huh?” “With your age and you only talked about music and movies? I thought…” “Stop!” Exclaimed Livie in horror, getting up from the sofa “I can't hear any more of this, we'll be in my room watching a movie.” "But he's a man, darling.” “Really? I thought he was a bird” She ironized, twisting her eyes “Dad, it's Mark, you've known him since he was thirteen.”

The glint in them attracted Caleb more than he’d ever thought it would. All he could think in his head was the taste of her lips in his own. Caleb was the modest one of the three. He was mean, and cold not a casanova. He hardly finds himself attracted to a woman. He noticed everything but not women. Lily was different, she was an omega but her scent kept distracting him. Omegas are weak so was their scent but hers was prominent.

He said no words, as he waited for Nolan to elaborate, as he knew he would. “I always knew you to be one who would be quenched by his own youthful exuberance, but I never imagined you would lay with the help and attract her wrath. I wish I could say the mighty have fallen, but we both know you never really attained the position of ‘mighty’” Caleb had heard enough, “If you have something to say to me Nolan, spit it out directly, or I will have to end this aimless call.” He stated firmly. “Still as impatient as ever, Caleb. Perhaps if you would calm down a little, you would probably notice the stray wolves that escape your pack grounds and walk the lengths of the country, looking for allies to

Caleb, my Chief Scientific Officer, was just introduced as Alaric's godson. He had a history with Ashford. Is that how… he rose to something? Is that how he knew Virex? Caleb… who exactly was he? “Thank you everyone,” Caleb waved as he gave his speech, and just as he left the stage, the audience finally took their eyes to me, as if they had been waiting. “That's the ex-wife.” “The scientist?” “More like a witch,” someone whispered to the people around them. “I heard her research isn't for the ordinary.”

My back went straight when I heard the gut-turning sound of Olivia’s harsh voice in the distance. I quickly glanced up and found her at the truck pick-up area. She was rummaging around the omegas’ packages. I hurried over, not trusting her. “What are you doing here? Where is Caleb?” She crossed her arms and shot out a hip, irritated at my presence. “He is busy. Can I help you?” “I’m here to pick up the packages for the omegas of my household.”

But for Caleb, I had a special fate. As the dust began to settle, I jumped. I didn't fall; I rode the last of the falling stones, guided by the wind Félix provided. I landed in the center of the ruins, right in front of the golden wolf who was struggling to crawl out from under a pile of rubble. Caleb shifted back to his human form, his face covered in grey dust and blood. He looked up at me, and for the first time in nineteen years, he saw me. He didn't see the scentless Omega. He didn't see the servant. He saw the White Queen.

"Darling, what did she say to you? Is that her boyfriend or something? Is she cheating on you?" Olivia wanted to find something—just anything—that she could use against Cathleen. Maybe she could tell old Mr. Knight that Cathleen had been cheating on her husband. "Olivia, what happened between me and my wife is none of your business. Yeah?" Olivia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that she had been unsuccessful in obtaining what she desired at the auction house. Xavier, on the other hand, was impatient to leave and eagerly pondered whether Cathleen would be spending the night at home or with her Italian boyfriend. He scanned the lavish hall, taking in the ornate chandeliers