Witch Caleb Novels & Stories

With the spotlight now shining on him, he threw his arms up, grinning widely as his teammates engulfed him. “He’s more than that,” I mumbled, not caring that I sounded ridiculous. “You’re just being obsessed.” She groaned, chewing noisily on her popcorn. She always chewed noisily whenever she was brewing something stupid in her head. Just like I had thought, she shifted her gaze back to me and with a hand resting under her chin, she said, “I told you about Caleb, remember? He asked about you again.” “And unlike Nate freaking Lincoln, Caleb is actually normal. He studies Computer Engineering like us, and doesn’t think the sun rises and sets with his own ego.”

“He’s been taken.” Everest froze, and the mug slipped from her fingers, shattering against the tiled floor. Kali swore under her breath, her eyes darting between Caleb and me like she was searching for a reason not to believe us. “What do you mean taken?” Kali’s voice rose, sharp and jagged. She turned toward us, and I stood my ground, though her glare felt like it could cut straight through me. “We picked up the scent,” Caleb cut in, calm but firm, like he was trying to hold the room together with sheer force of will. “Those two witches, Twax and Iza were there. And…” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Something else.”

“Well, I’m glad you remember that. But why haven't I seen you around since I came, and what are you doing back here?" Caleb stepped closer, glancing nervously toward the door. “I hide here sometimes because the other kids don’t really like me.” My smile faded. “Why?” He hesitated. “Because I was born without a wolf.” That made me pause. “You… what?” I had never ever met a male without a wolf even though I heard rumors that such individuals existed. "You never had a wolf?" I asked again to confirm. He gave a small shameful nod. “Yes, I’m an omega,” he muttered. “But a boy which is very abnormal here. So people think I’m cursed and the children make fun of me sometimes.”

I sat in on it once—she’s as good as everyone says. That’s how she and I became friends. Caleb ended up in our orbit because he works with Tío. He’s also a hybrid, son of Michael and Citra. Since his mom died in the same battle that took Gregory, he’s been quieter. Still powerful—on both sides of his nature. He probably won’t take a position in his mom’s coven, but he’s shown skill with astral travel and talking to Selene. He might end up helping JoJo in her Oracle work.

I was concentrating hard on stitching him up to finish, so I didn't process what Caleb said. At first… "Wait, what?" Daniel's face is slack with shock. "Your wolf?" I blurt out at the same time. Caleb looks smug and excited at the same time. "I've got my wolf back...just like the witch said I would." He says proudly, puffing up his chest a bit. "Wait, for how long?"

He always had been. “Why help me now?” I asked without looking at Caleb. “Because I’ve kept your secrets long enough,” he said. “And because I think you’re strong enough to face him. Stronger than you realize.” I thought of the way my wolf had reacted last night, restless, pacing under my skin. She wanted confrontation. She wanted the truth. And maybe… so did I. The Road Ahead We talked late into the afternoon, Caleb laying out everything he knew about Cormac his allies, his enemies, the rumors surrounding his power. Some said he could smell lies like other wolves smelled blood. Others claimed he’d bargained with witches and come back changed.

The same shape, the same posture — head turned, ears forward, watching. Caleb had kept a row of them on his bedroom windowsill until he was twelve. What had Caleb been like when he was little? Riley tried to recall but realized she could barely remember. All she could picture was Caleb shouting and trying to explain that Wesley was an impostor. Then the adult Caleb, growing increasingly quiet and withdrawn. No longer eager to talk with her and Alexa, always claiming he was busy at school, rarely coming home. Occasionally when Wesley damaged his things, he would lose control, but then quickly compose himself, saying calmly and coldly: "It doesn't matter."

“Sit down Iggy.” Caleb spoke calmly. The eighteen-year old eased himself into the chair opposite of Caleb with wary eyes. He rarely ever got a call from the Duncan pack which is something he couldn’t be more grateful for, the last time had been two years ago so he wondered why they’d need him again. Yes, they did keep in touch and he knew of a couple of their cubs who had attended his high school and still dropped by his house for friendly ‘visits’, but he didn’t think he would be walking into their compound this early. They were a friendly bunch and they paid good money for his services, but he still feared them especially since he had first seen Caleb morph into his wolf- he was terrified

’ Though her suggestion was good, I opposed it. ‘I can’t leave Adrian alone; you know very well what these witches do.’ It’s not old enough that we would forget how they attacked Caleb. I shuddered and licked my lips; my hands were trembling and pupil moving on sides to capture anything unusual happening. ‘Did you forget? He is also from South Hills Pack, Caleb sent him with you because he also hold a unique ability’ I froze. She was right, how come I forgot this crucial thing, I smiled getting a bit relaxed but next second another thought kicked in mind and I was panicking again.

Caleb stood at his meeting place with Shirley, walking around in circles and muttering angrily to himself. "She said a few days." He huffed. "I have never seen anyone as inconsistent as witches." "Maybe I should give up and continue with Mendez's plans. I should pick Mendez's calls." "Witches are the worst." "I should have never put my faith in a witch." A loud chuckle almost sent him to the ground. He staggered away from the sound of the voice, growling into the evening.