Rayla And Callum Novels & Stories

I said, hugging her back. "I missed you too!" She exclaimed. "Mom, dad, this is my friend Dylan." Callum said, as his parents walked up to greet me. His father pulled Sara off of me, and shook my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dylan, I've heard so much." He said, in a thick Welsh accent. It sounded like Callum's but times eleven. "Nice to meet you too, Mr Gage." I said, with a smile. After letting go of his hand, I was instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug by Callum's mom.

"Hello, Diana Fowler? Callum Ressler is here at the station. Would you mind coming in?" I wanted to say no. But he didn't know anyone else here. So I put down my brush and went. When I arrived, Callum's face was a mess of bruises. He was glaring murderously at a man crouched on the floor. The moment he saw me, the fight drained out of him. His posture sagged, sheepish. "You came," he murmured. I ignored him and walked straight over to the officer. Turned out, his wallet had been stolen. He'd gotten into a fight trying to get it back, and in retaliation, the thief had tossed it into the river.

I answered. “The hunters you mentioned before?” she asked again. “Type that stepped out of that category,” Callum muttered. “You okay, Miss…?” “Hale,” I answered for her. “Rhea Hale.” Callum nodded, as polite as he could manage. “I’m Callum. His friend.” He squinted at me. “Friend… right?” “Friend,” I echoed. I knew he was checking how much I’d told her. “Good.” He looked at Rhea again. “Pretty miss looks like she needs water, Kaelan.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping coming from every corner of the hall. Edgar and Beatrice, sat at the front, looking at each other happily while holding hands, this was the first time they had held hands in years, their victory felt within reach. Tomorrow, Maya would be Luna, and their influence would be unquestionable. The priest turned to Callum and looked at him silently. “And do you, Callum, take Maya to be your wife and Luna, to rule beside you and uphold Moonclaw’s honor?” He asked. Callum coughed as he slowly opened his mouth.

But there’s no time to make a comment now. I follow Ally closely as we head towards where we last saw Maxine. We move around fights, werewolves fending off vampires and witches. Ally sends some attacks out here and there and I pop out of the shield at one point to send a witch flying. Finally we see her. She’s standing by some older guy. We move closer, going around some wolves chasing a vampire, and Ally balls her fists. “It’s Callum,” she says, making my heart drop. Ally steps forward but I block her with my body.

“Keep. Watching. Every move. Every moment. I want. To know. Everything. When they. Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Everything.” “Understood.” Spy said. Then. Paused. “There’s. Something else.” Isabella frowned. “What?” “Noah Callahan. He’s been. Seen. With someone. New.” Her heart. Stopped. Then. Started. Faster. Harder. Wrong. “Who?” “Girl. Named Lora. Cousin. To Sienna. Lives. With Blake family. Designer. Or something.” Lora. That name. She’d heard. Somewhere. Seen. Maybe. At events. Quiet girl. Background girl. Nobody. Girl.

"All I want is for us to dissolve our bond and go our separate ways after that." "No way!" Callum looked stormy. "Let me make this clear for you, Ayla. We are not dissolving the bond. You will never get rid of me in this lifetime!" "Is this fun for you, Callum?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "My daughter's gone missing, and my mom's dead. I've lost everything. How much longer do you want to keep me trapped?" Callum stared at me. He opened his mouth, but words seemingly evaded him. This was the first time he saw complete desperation in my eyes, and it made him inexplicably anxious.

But before he can reach me, a gigantic black blur knocks him to the ground. Callum. Together, we pull them apart. When the final rogue falls, bruised and shattered, I crawl back, breathless. Emma is still alive. Barely. Callum changes back to human form, breathing hard. He walks to Emma’s side, checks her pulse. “She’s stable,” he adds. “For now.” I shift too, my body throbbing, my hands shaking. I reach out and smooth Emma’s hair back from her wet forehead. “We have to end this,” I whisper. Callum’s eyes deepen. “We will.”

"More than words can express." She turned to face me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "And I love you, Rayel," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. We leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that spoke of love and resilience. As I held Elara close, gazing at the star-dusted sky, I knew our happily ever after had finally begun. Just then, we noticed a figure from a distance. We quickly recognized who it was. It was Rufus holding hands with Daciana.

Raoul then stood in front of me and asked Callum coldly, "Evelyn has already divorced you, and she's not your mate any longer. So, why are you still harassing her?" Callum's eyes never left me. His gaze was filled with pain, bitterness, and uncontrollable lust. I had never seen him give me such a heated look before. "Evelyn, why did you divorce me?" he asked, his voice hoarse and pleading. Raoul stared at him in disbelief. He yelled, "That's the dumbest question I've ever heard! Don't you even know what you've done to her for years?" Both Callum and Raoul were glaring each other down, ready to explode at any moment. However, my calmness was making Callum feel even more frightened and panicke