Dexter Book Series Novels & Stories

I turned around, just in time to see Dexter standing at the entrance by the cracked door. His scent filled the air, almost choking me. Dexter took long strides into the room, dressed in black trousers and a robe that barely covered his large muscular chest. "It's fine," I managed to say, swallowing hard. "Thank you very much." Dexter closed the gap between us, grabbing me by the waist and making me go flush against him. His earthy and musky scent was a maddening blend with the smell of aftershave he carried with him. "I hate it," Dexter muttered under his breath, while I tried to put some space between us by taking a few steps back.

* * * Rex had picked up the pace once he saw the prints turn strange, the three prints kept their same distance, realising it must have been Kealy and the two mage women, but the other set of prints began to spread out unnaturally, almost as if the chaser’s stride had extended. Digging his heels in to get himself to almost full sprint, he rounded a large standing rock now able to catch sight of the women. The Dilo woman was walking in Kealy’s direction as she laid on her back, a black substance flowing down her face, ‘She is bleeding,’ he said to himself. One of the mage women was getting to her feet, a little disorientated judging by her unsteady movements, and the last was looking around w

"I want to know her, and it's not about my sight only. But I want to know her, and why I do, I don't know. Even if that doesn't happen, all is not lost. I may not have internet, but there are pen and paper, and I have a female subject to research for my music." A smirk came across Dexter's lips as his wheels began to turn. "Yes, an album all about my beautiful stranger. Wow! That could be the title of my new album, "Beautiful Stranger." He walks over to the three-piece bath in the hallway to get cleaned up. Dexter took a hot shower and then got dressed for a trip into town. He hadn't had any water or food to eat. The fridge here in the cabin was empty. Then there were the items he needed, li

Being captured The year on earth is 3125 a.d. Aliens exist and the species that have controlled the past fifty years are not friendly and think of us humans as merely free range cattle. They love to drink human blood and some consume our flesh. The earth's governments discovered the invaders that called themselves Demirkans. They were reptilian like humanoids. I just call them bloodsucking scum. I'm Zax Derix, an eighteen year old half human male currently sitting in my hideout within a cave in Yellowstone National Park. It's 2:30 a.m,

After that time I was able to teach him to control everything. I was glad to finally hug my baby, and Alex was so much like Oliver that I felt as if my beloved had been reborn in this child. I promised myself, and Oliver, that I would do my best to raise Alex as best as possible and teach him everything the young vampire and wizard needed to know. Fortunately, Oliver had left a lot of clues about raising a young vampire in his journals, which I found in the office, in a desk drawer. As for raising a young wizard, I could find everything in the books I had taken from my mother's attic.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

"Dexter is the General's son! He's been trained since birth!" "That hunter has a death wish!" A bookkeeper quickly set up a table. "Bets! Placing bets! 10 to 1 on Dexter Muse! 50 to 1 on the Hunter!" People rushed forward, slamming coins down on Dexter’s side of the table. They mocked Dean, calling him a fool and a braggart. "He thinks killing rabbits makes him a soldier," one warrior laughed. “What a loser. Dexter will add him to his long list of defeated opponents after now.” Another cackled, betting everything in his pouch.

“Rex, prepare my troop,we are going to the other pack,” Rex took a long, deep breath and glared at Jennifer and Mrs Castle. His surprised gestures restructured into an angry growl when Dexter, hopped into the scene with a smirk on his face. Just what Dexter loved, aimless bloodshed and battle. He was a stark contrast to Rex who was a strategist, smart and had a good judgement of everything before jumping into action. I hated Dexter but not as much as Rex did. I could say I tolerated him but Rex wanted to elimination him. Part of what made me feel hate towards Dexter was the way he acted towards Jennifer back in the day.

Dexter says, throwing one hand at Neo and Ash and grabbing them while they squeak like little mice. Four of us hurry to Neo's room to put them to sleep. "Papa!!!" Neo calls out in a sleepy voice while rubbing his left eye. "Won't you sleep with us?" Dexter pauses and stares at me then he suddenly smiles, "whatever you want," he tells them. One bed, four people, "just like a family," I say to myself as my eyes slowly begin to close and sleep starts to take over. I wish we could stay like this forever. Three months!

“I must go now. But everything is alright, correct? You don’t need anything? You’ve settled in well?” “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” Ambrose takes a step but my words stop him in his tracks. “Could you tell me his name? The name of the man whose life I’m going to ruin?” “Not necessarily his life,” Ambrose corrects. “More like his criminal career. And his name is Dexter. Dexter Russell. Everyone knows him simply as Dex, though.” I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the group, my empty paper cup in my hand still. I have to find a way of discarding it. The man’s name doesn’t leave my mind, not for a second. I keep thinking about him and trying to imagine his face but fail.