Black Detective Dexter Novels & Stories

Dexter was a weak alpha but his pack has won a few wars over the years, so he should have a few decent warriors. "So Dexter thought that by putting black ski masks on some stray dogs, I wouldn't realize he was the mastermind behind this ridiculous kidnap attempt on my mate? All it took for my boys was a good punch in the face to get you talking," I shouted, lifting the iron and slamming it down on his head. "You're not soldiers. You're dirty, filthy rogues. But what I don't get is why are you protecting Dexter? What did he promise you?" "Go ahead. Kill me, but I'll be seeing you in hell soon," he gave me a bloodied grin. "They are coming for you and that whore of yours."

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Dexter shouted, slamming the bottle down on the table. "You wouldn’t have believed him if he did," Xander replied coolly. "You're the type who needs to see things to believe them. And Mr. Black? He’s a man who prefers to show rather than talk." Xander’s voice was almost teasing. "What a great opponent you have there, Dexter." "You're not helping!" Dexter barked, his frustration boiling over. "Just shut the fuck up!" Xander scoffed, rising from the couch and tucking his hands into his pockets.

After each words he whispers to her everyday. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dexter walked into his room with a smug look on his face, he looked like he just had a blood bath because his white shird were damped and coated with blood. His eyes were dark and expressionless as he removed his black gloves from both his hands. "You've never changed??" Sylvester's voice echoed around the silent room as dexter turned towards the direction of the voice and his eyes met sylvester's stormy grey eyes and unique features.

Maybe if I trick people this could work. I hide in Xane's changing locker. He always comes here with Alex to get his drugs. I wait… and wait. “Come on dude, quick! We need to get these before the bell goes.” Xane shouts to Alex. He opens his locker. I quickly slice his throat before he can think of doing anything and jump out. Alex begins to run and scream. I chase him down and throw him to the floor. I turn him around and I sit on him. “Revenge is s… sweet!” I laugh.

The specific signature of something designed to metabolize completely within six to eight hours leaving only the faintest residue and untraceable, Dexter was strong and an alpha nobody could attack him in his sleep so easily. Something designed to be missed in a standard check. Something that would have been missed entirely if Freya had not been the kind of healer who looked for what wasn’t obvious rather than simply confirming what was. I stood in the doorway of the cell and looked at the man who had been Silver Fang’s most important witness and was now Silver Fang’s most significant problem. We didn't have A witness anymore, someone was silencing Dexter, and we need to catch the murderer d

I retorted. “Shut up, fucker ! Stop being a pussy. I wanna go to the club and I will keep singing in your head till you don’t concede,” Dexter yapped. “But then you can refuse right now so that I keep singing your favourite song all week and you know which one am I talking about,” he further blackmailed with a sly grin. “Worst lycan ever,” I muttered under my breath. “Is that a no that I heard ?” Dexter smugged.

Dexter climbed in with blood on his face, and I opened my mouth in shock. “Fucking bastard,” Dexter mumbled, driving the truck. He made a clean turn, going back the opposite way. “Dial any number you know,” he said, and I was acting so slow. What’s going on here? “He’s working for them; I saw the tattoo on his neck. Dial your dad’s number. We might be surrounded,” he said, and I nodded, putting down Dad's number. After calling for a while, he finally picked up. “Hello?” His voice said it and it sounded hoarse. I was certain he hadn't slept a wink.

at this point, I could barely say anything and Dexter just sat still on the chair, right in front of the bed I was sitting on, his elbows firmly resting on his lap as he cocked an eyebrow at me. “It was about time you returned back to me, don’t you think?” his cocky attitude somehow pricked my nerves and I sent him a deadly glare, trying to remember what happened. All I remember is him backing me into a corner and then what happened? Did he drug me? Compelled me? When did I black out? “You won’t get away with this.” I finally hissed at him, anger bubbling inside of me at the sight of his calm behavior. Dexter only tightened up his interlocked fingers and slightly brushed his thumb against hi