Theo Books Novels & Stories

Something divine—a succession Theo was mumbling about before he vanished like her father. Nexus must really have told her everything before— which she must have clearly forgotten. She’d lived with him for what felt like ages. Surely he could’ve left her a scroll, a letter, maybe a PowerPoint? But no, she had no manual. Just glittery trauma and a cryptic fever-dream line: “Tame a very powerful being.” Selena’s eyes widened as the words echoed in her head like a bad horror movie line. “He was talking about Theo... right?” Her voice quivered. “And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?”

I cut the call. “Thank you for the tweet. My books are now sold out.” I turn to Theo who pretends to have a confused look on his face. “Congratulations book princess but why are you thanking me?” He asks and I scoff with a roll of my eyes. “Please drop me off at the publishing house instead,” I respond completely ignoring his gaze. Theo is so unserious it's useless trying to pin him when the table will just end up turning instead so I keep my mouth shut.

Theo’s room smells like him—like rain and something faintly metallic, like the edge of a storm. I’m on my knees, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the wooden floor, my hands raw and stinging from the soap. The pack house is never clean enough for them, and neither am I. But Theo’s room is different. It’s quieter here, softer. The walls are lined with books, and the bed is always unmade, like he’s just rolled out of it. I don’t mind cleaning this space.