Dash Baxter Novels & Stories

“Every. Last. One.” “I’m not afraid of death, darling.” She sneered, her full lips peeling back to expose her teeth. “Do your worst, it won’t change your fate.” ‘Breyona, you still with me?’ I called out to my best-friend, holding tightly to the mind-link between us. She panted, ‘Yep, still here. Don’t know what’s wrong with Zeke #2, but he’s a fucking asshole. Stabbed me with a silver blade and everything. It’s weird, once Asher started fighting back, he was quick to take off.’

“You’re the victim here, Vee.” “I’m not a victim,” I mutter bitterly, clenching my jaw. The tires squeal against the pavement as Nessa takes the turn onto my street too fast, my hands flying to the roof of her car to brace myself. My house comes into view and I see Chase’s white Ford Raptor parked in the driveway, my heart plummeting. “Fuck,” I murmur, realizing that we’re too late. As we draw closer, I see that there’s another truck parked beside Chase’s and his friends Alec and Dare are loading boxes into the tailgate. “What the hell?”

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

I scanned the battlefield and saw a large black wolf being surrounded by about 10 enemy wolves. I could see that he was handling his own pretty well! I then saw a smaller black wolf about to make a sneak attack on the larger black wolf. I was confused at first but quickly realized that the large black wolf was Alpha Braxton and this smaller, scruffier looking wolf must have been another part of Zandicar's plan! I tried to warn Braxton, but before I could, I saw this majestic white wolf soar over everyone's heads and tackle the small black wolf. The white wolf slammed the small black wolf to the ground while Braxton's wolf finished dealing with the wolves in front of him. He then joined the w

I relived the fear, the sadness, and everything else I felt that day. The commander turns his eyes to the foyer and sees Baxter. He gets to his dog’s side in two strides. “Baxter… Baxter… wake up!” I hear him call his dog. “What have they done to you?” Jareth returns. “I canceled the backup, commander…” he informs. “What’s wrong with the dog?” “I don’t know,” he says worriedly. Slowly, Baxter opens his eyes but lies still on the ground. “What happened to you, Baxy?

I was dumbstruck: the towering linebacker was rendered speechless by me, of all people: Mo's five-foot-nothing sister, the butt of all football jokes. “What about the penises, huh? Do you know what I had to tell Sra. Hernandez about my worksheets?” Baxter looked pained. I sighed. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry; I'm just having trouble believing this. You're cute, Baxter.” I looked at his impressive biceps. “Really cute. But I don't know if you're my type...” Baxter gritted his teeth. “I get it,” he sighed. “You're into those kinda guys.”

I covered my mouth in fear and shook my head no to moving any closer “ it’s not what you think!” Alex yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. Still not moving he sighs and runs down the hallway towards me. “ It was his first time shifting back from wolf form and he had an injury on his right side. He lost a lot of blood but the only thing he keeps saying is your name. Now I don’t know how he knows you and I was hoping you could clear that up for me. Maybe you can recognize him. He's in pretty bad shape though so please don’t freak out” the words coming out of his mouth pounded into my brain as I tried to understand what was going on. Still confused I just nod and take his bloody hand into

Just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I witness Asher's hands come up to swiftly snap the neck of our driver. I scream. As the body slumps against the bonnet, then to the ground, Asher looks over at me, placing his finger against his lips. In utter disbelief, I only watch him, as he walks toward me. "Beyond that line of trees is Time's territory, another immortal. The lands have been unoccupied for the thousands of years he has been missing. It will give us the perfect place to speak alone," Asher say calmly, as if he hadn't just ended someone's life right in front of me.

He pulled a wooden stool up next to my lounger and sat down. "Name's Baxter Hensley," he said, his golden wolf eyes glinting with friendly interest. "I already know yours, Maisie Harcourt." "Hello, Baxter," I offered tentatively, returning his smile. "So you're Sterling's personal piece of river flotsam," Baxter chuckled, resting his elbows on his knees. "I wish the Silvermoon River had washed a gorgeous, curvy omega like you onto my family's dock. I wouldn't have threatened to throw you back into the current like Sterling did."

“Gabriella Chambers, I knew I’d see you again soon. You’re not a kid anymore.” Baxter stalked towards me, his tangy scent assaulting my senses. “Why did you attack Gareth’s ceremony?” He shrugged as he continued to stalk forward. I looked over the bushes and saw the tip of the ranch house. “A job’s a job, sweetheart.” “Who hired you?” I demanded. “You want to know?” “You really want to know?” I didn’t know anymore. I stepped back. Baxter reached for me. I slapped his hand away and turned to run. Baxter knocked my ankles, and I tripped. He knelt on my thigh, and I cried out.