Dexter Doll Spooky Month Novels & Stories

I turned to look at Xander and a warm feeling spread over my whole body. Xander would love his daughter the same way, a happy thought crawled over my mind, making me a little flustered. “Dad, we should head straight to the dungeon. Xander had transported the Beast’s corpse from the Silver Moon Pack to the Blood Moon Pack. We should hurry as it is rotting at an astonishing speed.” Daisy suggested Robert, her voice a little curious as if she knew something we didn’t.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Aurora’s POV A small smile left me as I turned to Dexter. Their relationship seems so serious; she even tracks his location. “No problem at all. Please come in,” I said. She smiled, locking her arm with Dexter, and they both walked in. Dexter looked annoyed by her presence. And I was wondering what he saw in her. I thought he would have learnt his lessons from Eva. This woman put on heavy makeup with long-ass heels. The only thing I loved about her was her long and black wavy hair. She put on a red dress hugging all her curves, and her fake boobs were pushed up. Why did she think this was appropriate for a seven-year-old's birthday party?

WITH ONLY one day left to Halloween, the people of Cape Cod were already setting into the mood of the Oktoberfest event. House yards were filled with spooky figures like white cloths to represent ghosts and the jack-o'-lanterns of course. Jake had stashed the book inside a compartment in his room, hoping the degenerate creatures of the dark would not find it. Certainly, there had to be a way to destroy all of them with the book and not just lifting it up in front of them when they showed up.

However, it would be a different story if it involved his pack, the Moon Shone Pack. “You dare to infiltrate my territory and try to sabotage my family’s business. Ah, besides that, I hear you also tried to get rid of my people by spreading disease among them. You must want to die, huh?” Dexter’s chilling warning echoed throughout the hall, like sending needles into the throats of those present. “Try to touch my pack again, and I'll fill your foolish head with nightmares for the rest of your life. And you won't be able to tell a tale to your children and grandchildren about it.”

I heard Dexter's voice behind me and I turned, my brows raised. "Aren't you going to join us and celebrate the full moon?" I hadn't been taking part all this while. I stopped taking part in social activities after the death of my mate. On full moon festivals, I'd just come downstairs, declare the festival open, and retreat to my room or my study to stare at Adriana's portrait all day. But this time around, I wanted to participate. So, I smiled reassuringly at Dexter. "I will. Let me fetch Aria."

Blaze, interjecting on his behalf, plays ignorant and suggests, “It probably might be coming from the kitchen, I believe.” “Well, species like us are heightened to the scent of the humans.” Alexa, with her heightened senses, scoffs at Blaze's response, implying that their supernatural lineage is attuned to human scents. Her mocking smile sends a wave of nervousness through Dexter, who reaches for his glass of juice but accidentally knocks it over, causing the liquid to spill across the table.

The attic was a place of stagnant air and preserved memories, smelling of dust-moted sunlight and aged cedar. It was my sanctuary. While others found the unblinking stares of vintage porcelain dolls unsettling, I found them comforting. They were static; they were honest. I spent my Saturday evenings in the rhythmic ritual of rearranging them, ensuring that Lady Genevieve’s lace didn’t touch the velvet of the Harlequin, and that the smaller bisque infants were tucked safely into the shadows of the larger Victorian ladies.

Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic. We must be prepared if we're to stand any chance against them. If an attack is imminent, it will likely coincide with the blood moon, when their powers surge to their zenith. That gives us barely a month to brace ourselves." A shiver ran down Aqua's spine as the full extent of the danger loomed before her. Every word from Aunt Cleo felt like a warning etched in stone, urging her to steel herself for the battle ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes," Aqua declared, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "We won't be caught off guard. I swear it, Aunt Cleo. I'll protect everyone here with eve

Grey tendrils of thick smoke burst from my fingertips to plough beneath the tightly packed dirt and summon the body to the surface. Dead-Matthew grunted and shuffled towards the grave, the spade hanging limply in his misshapen arm. It was finally All Hallows Eve. After waiting nearly six years, a coinciding full moon was drawing high in the night sky. Perfect for raising one long-dead witch with enough juice still left inside her to put right what she’d royally fucked up just days before she’d died and left me with the aftermath of her ineptitude. Speaking of ineptitude.