Witch Caleb Novels & Stories

In a fit of anger, Saul forgot his surroundings and scolded his younger brother “Father had said that the butler’s position would be mine. What are you, going to rebel?” “Aren’t you the kitchen hand?” Carmilla asked in shock, at the same time as Saul. It was only now she saw the lad’s face. “I am whatever the young master and mistress wants me to be.” Caleb smiled as he bowed towards Everett and Bridgette before straightening his spine as he turned to face Saul with hint of arrogance “My father only gave me one instruction before he breathed his last. He told me that I am a Kipper, sworn to the service to the Walters. The day I break this vow, would be the day I cease to be a Kipper and his

I growled in anger as I turned and ran up the hill where Alana and Caleb were. "Are you okay?" I asked as I walked up to anger, whose body was shaking. "I-I'm fine," she said before hugging me, tears falling down her eyes. She looked up at me and gave me a small kiss before letting me go. I then turned to Caleb who was standing, watching us and said, "thank you, Caleb." "No problem," Caleb said before bending down and prying one of the witches sword off her hands. He put the sword over his shoulder and said, "if you need me, I'll be at war." I nodded and he turned and ran towards the charging army.

“Stanley is a dangerous man, Layla. Not just dangerous, he is brilliant and a wizard in tech. He can crack into places people swear are unbreakable. And he knows people, powerful people.” Caleb leaned closer, his tone deadly calm. “As long as you don’t step into his trap, you’ll be fine. I will protect you. I swear it. “But if you don’t listen…” Caleb added quietly, “he’ll take everything you own without leaving fingerprints.” Silence filled the car like cold fog. I stared at my knees, trying to breathe through the rising panic. It felt like forever before Caleb finally spoke again. “My trip to America wasn’t complete,” he said. “I got a call halfway through, and I had to rush back. But I wo

He's with an elemental witch which only means one thing. He's not working alone. ≈≈ ≈≈ " How did he even get in" Caleb asked looking confused. "Didn't i just say he was with a with or he's a witch i don't fucking know" i slumped my shoulders as i snuggled deeper into the couch. We where all sitting in the living room. After Carlos disappeared, i came downstairs in a mood and i met Caleb watching the animal channel. He smiled sheepishly at me as i sat down beside him and started telling him what happened. And yes you guessed it right he kept asking stupid questions.

"What kind of nightmares, son?" Caleb looked down, his small hand fidgeting with the edge of his blanket as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’d dream that Kayla was... was trying to hurt me. That she was angry, and I didn’t know why. But in my dreams, I felt like someone was... was pushing me to be afraid of her. But then, something happened.” He paused, looking up at his parents with wide eyes. “It was like I could feel something inside me, a... a wolf. My wolf. And it helped me fight back, like it was protecting me."

She whispered and added, “or else I will make sure your so-called friends will suffer at the orphanage,” “You are too young to be bullies.” I heard Caleb’s remarks and pulled Cali’s shirt. “You are soon to be a man. Be a gentleman and apologize,” he said, glaring at Cali. “Who are you? I am rich—” “I don’t care,” Caleb interrupted Cali before boasting about the money and powers he gained from his new parents. Cali grabbed his pocket and dialed a phone number on his smartphone. “Someone attacking…” He hangs his words when Caleb gets his phone in seconds. We all blinked our eyes multiple times. I gulped down as my jaw dropped. Did he have strange abilities like me?

I caught him and held him up as he gasped for air, his eyes wide with shock and relief. “It’s over,” I said, my voice filled with relief. “You’re free.” Caleb looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. “Alina… I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I couldn’t… I wasn’t strong enough…” “This isn’t the time for apologies,” I said. “We still have work to do. Caspian is still out there, and the witch won’t stop until she gets what she wants.” Caleb nodded, wiping away his tears as he took a deep breath. He was still shaken, but I could see the resolve in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let the witch control him again.

Caleb has decided to step down as Alpha King and let Hunter take on the role. Instead of Caleb becoming the Beta, he worked with Hunter as the Alpha as well, just not in an official manner. Caleb mostly stepped in to handle things when Hunter went to Purgatory to check on things. After learning Caleb wasn’t technically a werewolf, the news got around to other Packs. We still don’t know how Caleb has a wolf spirit, but it didn’t matter. Our lives were complicated enough.

“Tell me what you and Richard talked about? He helped you control your wolf, right? Tell me how he behaved, did you suspect his motives ever?” “Uh- no.” Caleb glances at them. “I knew that he wasn’t looking for his siblings because he looked much older than Charlotte but- but I never could have guessed that he wanted to kill her. He was like a big brother to me. He helped me learn how to control my wolf, how to use the senses, and how to stay hidden amongst the humans. I really considered him my mentor.” Caleb chuckles sadly. “If not for the magic covering my wolf’s color, he’d have killed me as soon as he could.” “Hmm…are you sure that you remember nothing else that could be helpful to us?”

He stood behind me, his presence a towering wall of heat that seemed to shield me from the cold draft of the hallway. "I don't belong here, Alpha," I whispered, my eyes fixed on my shaking hands. "Your people... they expect a Luna who looks like a goddess. I’m just... I’m the girl Noah laughed at. I’m the 'pig' the Green Diamond pack jeered at." Caleb stepped around to face me. He didn't look at me with pity—that was the strangest part. He looked at me with a hunger that was almost terrifying. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw before tilting my face up.