Witch Caleb Novels & Stories

replied Caleb with a broad smile on his handsome face, “I’m all good today. No magic needed here thanks.” There was something different about Caleb, he wasn’t like the other kids at school. Leah had a feeling that he was special in some way but just couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t just because they were so close that she felt this way. It was more of a feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach that there was something about him that she hadn’t noticed yet. “I’m just checking in to see how things are going with my favorite witch,” said Caleb as he made his way to the front of the store while Leah assisted another client with a purchase. The client clearly enjoyed their banter.

Alaina asked. Caleb sighed. He reached up and pulled the amulet out from under his shirt. “I found this at an antique market. The lady I bought it from said it would protect me. I didn’t know it had magic.” he told them. Which only part of it was the truth. When he met Warren, they shook hands. Warren had felt a faint glimmer of power coming from Caleb. After a few weeks of researching Caleb’s family line, they had discovered that Caleb came from a line of witches on his mother’s side. The last recorded witch was his great-great-great grandmother. The amulet he was wearing belonged to her, and was passed down. He found it in a box of his mother’s possessions that have been locked up in stora

I asked in astonishment. How can this little brat laugh at a situation like this? “If you see your father’s face in front of you as a child, you will go with him or ask him why are you here? I saw my father and uncle standing right in front of me, so I went with them”, Caleb replied in a nonchalant tone. “How can they look exactly like your father and uncle? Were they witches? Or do those leeches have learned some new techniques to look like someone?” I asked in a muddled tone.

Caleb found some girls to talk to fairly quickly. He’d dealt with situations like this before and knew just where to look. He smiled, cordially, as he approached the group. Emma elected to stay in the car. Caleb resisted the urge to frown as he realized none of their cake-make-up faces were familiar. It was always harder to get information from girls who didn’t know him. One was wearing a red wig with matching lipstick and gold eye shadow. One had bleach-blonde hair, pink lips and blue eyelids. The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow.

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.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

Alpha Kendrik started. “It is a very joyous occasion for our family and for the pack as well since our son will now be able to find our future Luna. I would now like to welcome the birthday boy, Callan Baraed on stage” Callan ascended the steps leading up to the stage. Everybody clapped and warmly welcomed their future alpha. Callan looked hot! He was wearing a black pant-suite with a black dress shirt underneath. It made his black eyes and black hair pop more. My wolf howled with joy in my head, I took a huge breath in and could smell Callan, even from such a great distance.

I decided to call Athena to ask about it because I never thought he would be this serious to disappear. "Hello." "Hey Athena." "Hey Serena, what's up?" She asked. "Where is Caleb now?" I asked in a really curious tone. "He.. uhmm.." "Just tell me, it's okay." I said because I really want to know. "He moved to Canada. He said he wanted to fully take over the Lemiere headquarters there." That got me speechless. I mean Canada is not that far but still.. he moved? "We tried to keep it from you but you noticed it quite fast." She said.

“And again, what's with your explanation? Do you think you're explaining to a kindergartner? Did you forget that my position is older than yours?” “Oops,” Caleb put on an innocent face with a made-up look in his eyes, making him almost hit his little brother so annoyingly if he did not notice his mother's huffing voice asking him to stop arguing with his little brother. "After all, your recovery ability is similar to an acquaintance of mine when I was on a study tour to Morozov city two years ago." "Do you mean, Verdict Walter?" "Exactly," said his little brother enthusiastically, snapping his fingers. "His monster-like recovery ability has even become a public talk, you know?"

Caleb's pov Caleb Wren had picked up his phone and put it back down eleven times. He was not a man who counted things like that. He was not a man who hovered. He made decisions and he moved and he did not sit on the edge of a hotel bed at two in the morning second-guessing himself over a phone call. That was not who he was. That had never been who he was. And yet.