Cartoon Character Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. For fuck’s sake he does but what of his mate. Apart from the pain of losing a mate, she will also feel his pains while Dexter kills him. Don’t you think that will be too much for her to handle.” Maxwell nodded. “We’ll just sedate her. She won’t feel any pain that way. And besides I’m sure Reid will block her from feeling his pains and if he doesn’t, we sedate her. He really needs to die by Dexter’s hands.” Dexter is a wolf but also half vampire who have lived for thousands of years in a cave just outside the intelligence pack. He is known to kill his prey without mercy and everyone trembled at the mention of his name. Even alphas.

This made Jayce and his friends collapse into fits of laughter. "She's a firecracker," one of them commented. "I can see why you two hit it off." After Jayce had stopped laughing, he straightened up and shook his head. "Do I look like a vigilante to you?" "You could be," Lexi suggested. "Like the Dexter of bullies." "Dexter... as in... that serial killer from the show?" Jayce's mate asked. "Hmm, yes the one who only killed other serial killers." Lexi nodded and turned to Jayce. "You could be a bully who bullies other bullies."

What's the deal with me and speaking my mind today? When I noticed the carnival symbol on his shirt pocket, I realized he was one of the workers here. His brunette hair was perfectly slicked back, complementing his tanned skin. His teeth clenched into a toothy grin. He was attractive but not as attractive as Logan. Karrie, are you serious? You're comparing him to Logan now! “My name is Dexter. “Nice to meet you,” he said as he extended his hand. “Karolia.” I smiled as I shook his hand, then retracted my hand as I felt his touch become more prolonged.

I introduced myself with my hands stretched forth ready for a handshake. Returning my shake, Dexter had a smile on as he responded, “ I'm Dexter Jaxon, you can call me Dex,” He looks like AJ when he smiles. Shite! Why did I have to bring him here? “Oh, about AJ, what is it you need me to do. I think he needs to be taught a lesson,” Dex seemed very proud of me, I could sense that because of the way he looked at me. “We would have to talk later, someone's coming- P.S. I'm your neighbor," With that, he vanished into thin air like he wasn't here before.

His mom sobbed beside him, calling his name over and over, but he didn't even blink. I walked over, crouched down, and looked into his eyes. "Hi there, I'm Dexter," I said gently. "I'm not here to give you commands. I just want you to know that you aren't a machine. You're a human being." His eyelashes fluttered. It was a slow blink, as if it were a function he hadn't used in a long time. "You're safe now. No one can ever hurt you again," I reassured him.

I watch him warily, and my eyes flick to the crowbar set up against the wall. All instincts tell me to run for it, and I would have, but a newfound fear as well as desire to protect the little pups growing inside me stops me from making any move. Dexter moves to the box. He opens it, then pulls out a photograph of two people in it. From the distance, I couldn't tell who they are, until Dex lifted it and showed me. I squint my eyes to see the photograph better, but when I did I looked back at Dex.

' According to my mother, a phoenix is always aware of its stars. I asked, "Who harmed you?" with some gentleness. Star looked in the opposite direction and whispered, "He did." Someone was visible in the trees. Not Wyvern. Not Myra. But someone worse. Dexter Webb. Alive. Luis's scarred face was twisted into a smile as he said, "Do you miss me?" How were you doing? I breathed. "I saw your body burned.". He chuckled. "A Webb is never destroyed by fire." Especially when he consumes it.'

LEVEL 50 - APPLIED SCIENCES DIVISION The Board’s applied sciences lab was a sprawling, sterile white room filled with holographic drafting tables, quantum processors, and the brightest, most morally flexible minds in Coldwater. Right now, they were huddled in the center of the room, surrounded by four heavily armed Iron Wolves. Dax walked through the automatic doors, carrying the canvas bag. I was right behind him, flanked by my father and Reaper. Dax didn't give a villain monologue. He didn't gloat. He walked over to the main holographic projection table, swept a million credits' worth of delicate optical equipment onto the floor with his forearm, and gently set the bag down.

There was a plan to do so, but causing the old man more pain would bring him no result. In his private quarters, Dexter stripped off the black shirt and stood before the tall mirror. Admiring himself, his strong muscles and tight abs, the glamorous glow of his skin, he ran his fingers through his hair, he would leave everything to his beta he would handle Crestmoon while he stayed away. He slipped on a crisp white button-down, a navy blazer with elbow patches, and the ridiculous wire glasses. A leather satchel completed the look. Professor Dexter Kane, visiting lecturer in “Wilderness Ecology and Mythology.”

King Kai's POV The young doctor soon transformed, and I saw his wolf with no tail and his skeletons showing. He was really a hollow wolf, and he was not lying about anything else. “Transform. What is your real name?” I asked him, watching him closely. “My name is Dexter. That is my real name.” He replied. “Alright. Give me a moment to talk to Katherine.” I said and waved him to the side. Katherine came out almost immediately, and from all indications, she had been eavesdropping on our conversation.