Dex Dogtective Novels & Stories

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

As much as I hated that I was loving everything about him, I wanted to work with him. “I knew you wouldn’t agree to my decision just like that, so I prepared a backup plan. Miss Jane Johnson here would be your partner, she’s a skilled detective with field experience of over a decade. I am sure she would be of great help in finding those who murdered your sister.” The deputy explained, introducing me to Dawson on my behalf.

he asked urgently. "The vehicle he was driving was found on the road, burnt beyond recognition, the firearms inside the car were also taken" "And what about him, is he okay?" *"Yes, he is". Geremia pointed to one of the large screens on the wall. A green light blinked steadily on the screen. "That tracker reads his heartbeat, green means he is alive, red means he is in danger and when it stops blinking, he is dead" "So he is alive?" Dante asked. "Yes he is"

Dex was excited to be on the hunt. Her scent had gotten stronger to me the more I was around her. It was definitely a jasmine and vanilla scent mixed with something citrusy, like tangerines. I loved it and it made my heart jump a beat when I smelled it. I wondered what I smelled like to her. She had never spoken of it, though I noticed that she turned her head to me in her sleep. I hurried down to the main grounds and stripped off my clothes, putting them into a box on the edge of the tree line and shifted.

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

As soon as the car was out of the academy grounds, Alpha Drex began talking. “I don’t feel good about this.” “As you should.” I snapped. “What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” He growled. ‘Relax,’ Austin said through our mindlink as our eyes locked on the rearview mirror. ‘Don’t let him rile you up now. We need answers.’ I took out a photo that Austin had given me earlier before sliding it to him. “Do you know this wolf?” It was a still shot from our CCTV, where we captured one wolf with an evident scar on his face.

"When he shows, our warriors take his. I wear a wire—" "No wires," Tessa interrupted. "He'll check you, Dexter doesn't trust anyone. But I have something better." She reached into her bag, producing a tiny vial of amber liquid. "Scent mask. Distorts your scent. He won't smell us people coming until we are already on him." "And then?" Dathan asked. "And then we get him to talk and take him down," I said. "As fast as we can whatever it takes. We need names, routes, and account numbers. We need enough to feed the regional council until they're choking on it."

Lucien wasn't going to give up the floor anyway. The sun shone brightly in the sky and Dex turned his face towards it to take in the warmth. He pulled out his phone. "Can you follow the beach around and meet me by the jetty?" "Aren't you in a meeting?" "Not anymore," he texted. "Give me a half-hour." "Climb over the jetty and down to the beach that's there." "Okay." Dex set off in that direction. He'd found the beach one day when he'd wandered around the resort. The jetty was big enough that the average person wouldn't climb it. But in wolf form, he'd had no problem. The rocks would provide them with privacy.

Morty yipped and licked at my hand, and Anna pulled back, her eyes wide. “How did you—” “It’s a special tincture,” I explained, beaming. I held my hand out to Morty, and he wiggled excitedly in his owner’s arms. “It dulls a werewolf’s scent temporarily so we don’t frighten the dogs.” Her mouth fell open. “I remember now!” she exclaimed. “I saw it on the documentary on the television, but I didn’t think it actually worked.” “Well, it does,” I grinned, scooping the little dog into my arms. But then my brow furrowed. “Is your home okay?”

Damon's POV In my study? I was on my feet, my eyes scanning every inch of the room. "Where, exactly?" "I… I don't know. The signal says it's right on top of you." I started tearing the room apart for real. The desk, the file cabinets, the bookshelves. I searched every inch. Ten minutes later, I stood in front of the safe hidden behind the wall panel. My fingers trembled as I entered the code. 1015.