Owl House Caleb Novels & Stories

Caleb, irritated by her crying, tightened his grip on Orlaith and said, “Auntie, I’m sorry, but Victoria and I have no feelings for each other anymore. Staying together is pointless. I love Orlaith now, and I am determined to be with her.” “Who wants to be with you? Do you think you're worthy? Caleb, if you don't let go of me, I won't be polite!” Orlaith shouted, stomping hard on Caleb's foot. Caleb winced in pain but didn’t release her, instead soothing her gently, “Orlaith, stop making a fuss. We're already like this; I’ll take responsibility for you.” “What do you mean, ‘like this’? Caleb, stop spouting nonsense.” Orlaith was on the verge of tears, astonished by his shamelessness.

“You don’t have that scar here. Was it because of the lip piercing?” “Not from the piercing. No.” He chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll tell you someday, Doll.” “Will you wear a leather jacket for me?” I asked, batting my lashes. He flicked my forehead without giving me an answer. Party-pooper. I looked at the other picture and paused. “She is beautiful,” I muttered, seeing Olivia’s face holding baby Caleb in her arms. She was American, with dark brown hair and darker eyes. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and a diamond glinted on her left hand.

Caleb places his hand on his chin, and he thinks over his next words, rocking back and forth on his feet. “When did you first feel this?” he asks me. “I think at the orphanage,” I admit. “My wolf began howling but I thought it was because they were torching it but now, I don’t think so…” Caleb sighs, “Maddie if that’s the case that means your mate was there.” My mouth opens in shock, “But the only ones there were the Lab people and...” I stop and Caleb nods, “Colt...” “If you felt a pull toward him then he is your mate.”

Caleb, the wolf from the Blood Moon Pack that had been stalking her for some time now. “I’ve told you countless times,” Khloe sighed as he approached her. “I don’t like you. You’ve got bad breath, and your scent is that of a month old cheeseburger. We cannot work.” Caleb ignored her as he approached. His dark brown hair was tangled and scattered, and Khloe could see a murderous look in his eyes. He definitely didn’t look like he was there to woo her. “Uhmm…Caleb,” Khloe muttered. “Why are you looking like that?”

Fast. “You’ve got to get your shit together, bro. You’re gonna wear a groove in the damn sidewalk,” Caleb says. Caleb Thorne, my best friend aside from the twins, is the son of Michael—one of the pack’s oracles—and Citra Osborn, High Priestess of the Mother Coven here in Texas. Both of them helped save Nathan from his crazy-ass bio-dad back during the Civil War. Caleb’s their oldest. Mikela’s their youngest. We met during medical training. I’ve always had an interest in the field. Started EMT training young—junior cert at 13, full by 16. Wolves don’t need a lot of medical help once they shift, but younger pups and older wolves still need someone.

It was just disgusting now. "Okay," I nodded. "I get it." Caleb’s phone started ringing like crazy. It was Ivy. His expression tightened the moment he saw the caller ID. I could hear Ivy’s whiny voice on the other end, complaining that her wounds hurt or that her wolf was rejecting the treatment. Caleb didn't even have time to say another word to me. He shoved the ointment into my hand and rushed out. "Use the medicine. Ivy needs me. I have to go, but I'll check on you tonight."

Caleb reacted too. His body remembered us even if his mind resisted. And when I said his wolf’s name… Fear. Actual fear flashed across his face. Like something inside him was fighting against information. Not fake confusion. Suppressed confusion. “We’re missing something,” I muttered. “No shit.” I ignored him while staring harder at the apartment building again. Third floor. Left side. Weather could smell Caleb strongly from there now. Safe. Alive. Emotional disaster. Normal. Well… As normal as our omega apparently could be now. A loud honk suddenly interrupted my thoughts when an angry human driver leaned out his car window.

After pressing a kiss onto the top of Selene's head, Caleb continued glaring into my eyes. "You can't stand her, Quinn? Then I will." He stopped looking at me. Caleb bent down and gathered Selene into his arms. Then, he brushed past me to leave our house. The door slammed, the sound echoing through the empty mansion. Caleb did not come back until the day he published his official statement on breaking ties with the Stewart gang. The Stewarts used to rule Ashville. However, as different national powers came to light, the Stewarts had started shifting their focus to their overseas businesses. Caleb took advantage of the Stewarts' power and utilized his own ruthlessness to make a name for himse

"No, I don't need it. Thank you." Someone who couldn't afford treatment for Wolf Spirit Decay certainly couldn't afford a peaceful death. Just as I hung up, the sound of the door opening made me look up. Caleb walked in. He was used to the faint, pleasant scent that permeated every corner of the villa, the unique scent of jasmine and moonlight that belonged to his mate. But now, the stale, dead air in this room repulsed him, filling him with an instinctual sense of loss. His brow furrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath, trying to catch that familiar scent.

Olive forwarded the manuscript to the dubbing host and said, "d******d the host's dubbing yourself later, and call me if you have any questions. I have to get back to writing the outline." "Okay." Andrew began his show, "Loneliness is the only way for the strong!” "…" Olive didn't work overtime today, so she went home after writing the outline. Opening the door, Olive habitually reached out to touch the switch and suddenly found that the light was on. She paused and glanced subconsciously at the position of the sofa. The living room was still empty. There were several more shoeboxes on the porch, which were now built into several floors high and neat.