Dexter Doll Spooky Month Novels & Stories

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.

"Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters." Aqua's pulse quickened with each word, the weight of Aunt Cleo's revelation pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. "Starting tomorrow," Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic.

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.

The memory shifted again waking up confused, scrubbing the mud from my shoes, throwing out the fruit, lying to Max about the mouse. When the vision ended, I was gasping, tears streaming freely. Elder Selene’s eyes were wide with understanding. “How did Dexter turn her, and how can he do this, did not turn her with a natural bite,” she said quietly. “He used forbidden blood magic after turning her, the witch did this, he can reach her whenever he wishes, especially when she is asleep or emotionally vulnerable. The link is still active.” Max’s grip on my hand tightened until it almost hurt. “Can you break it?”

How can I make an exemption for him as a suspect? Damn, such a fucked up mistake. I should have not let him in. “What?” I sneered at her, of course, she wasn't at fault, but her son was the reason for all this. “Could someone please check the sky for me, tell me how dark it is. I need to confirm something first,” She said in a scary tone which still made me agitated, but Dexter went out to check. “Damn, it's really dark. Like Dark Dark, normal humans can't see at this rate and the moon is Dark, just the outline to know that it's the moon. Something like an eclipse,”

he said while keeping his disgusting smile. "What the hell are you talking about! Cal shouted at them. "Aaah Calixte, Master of Order, delighted to meet you. We will let you know. Your friend, the werewolf there, is the future Goddess of the Moon. Oh! The King of Vampires still hasn't get your acceptance for his offer of war against her, "he laughed while looking at Cal. I was shocked to know that Calyxte had any role to play in the upcoming war.I began to worry that maybe Cal would really fight against me and try to kill me.

Adela had thought long and hard before finally asking the question. She liked Layson—naturally, she wanted to understand more about him. But when she saw Dexter’s stunned expression, the anxiety in her heart only grew stronger. “What’s wrong? Did something come to mind?” Dexter quickly concealed the flash of shock in his eyes. He scooped a spoonful of his herbal soup and finally replied in a low voice, “I vaguely remember something. I think I was under ten at the time, so I’m not entirely sure. But this isn’t something you should bring up in the Norman family.”

“Debbie? I don’t—oh! The gold digger who was after Uncle Fester’s money. Okay, okay. I take it that Daisy is Wednesday, Casey is Pugsley, and Grant is Lurch.” “You got it,” I confirmed, placing my hand on Kierra’s lower back. I ushered her into the house while Simone went over the festivities for the night. “You guys are gonna take the kids trick-or-treating for an hour while me and Morticia finish dinner. We will eat our spooky meal and then play some games before ending the night with a kid-friendly scary movie.” “What movie did you have in mind?” Kierra asked. “Hotel Transylvania,” Simone confirmed. “That’s a safe one.”