Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

“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.

"I know you've created some new zombies, but they're nothing before me! Surrender now, and you'll suffer less." Indeed, Dexter was a corpse controller who could transform dead bodies into zombies. Most corpse controllers were actually righteous practitioners, but Dexter's twisted mind had led him down a dark path. His murder count was highest among the Aces because of his obsession with zombie creation. He would regularly experiment on living people and even children, so his crimes were truly unforgivable. Dexter pulled out a bell. With a shake, four figures appeared. "Mr. Hunter, I can guarantee with absolute certainty that none of you are leaving here alive!"

Dexter’s eyes gleamed, though Autumn’s confusion only deepened. "What are you talking about?" she said, exasperated. "This was a waste of time." Just then, the door swung open, and Derek stepped in. "Oh, he's here," Dexter said with a grin. "We can ask him directly." He looked between Autumn and Derek, an air of satisfaction in his gaze. "Did you grant Charlie a Specter Visa?" Dexter asked, watching Derek’s face carefully. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he scrambled to respond. "What’s that?" he stammered, though his voice wavered slightly.

DAISY'S POV Dexter crossed his arms at his chest with satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes as he watched the terror on my face. "Leave us," he told the others. "But Dexy," Kendra pouted. "I don't want to leave you with this crazy woman." "I'll be fine, Kendra. Just go," Dexter hissed. "Dustin, take care of her until I'm done here and give our guest something to drink." "Yes Alpha," Dustin nodded as he left us alone inside the Luna's quarters.

“The perpetrator of these acts is within these grounds. We cannot afford to lose them.” “Yes, sir.” The young guard left the place while Dexter examined the dead body with furrowed eyes. “This cannot be a vampire,” he stated with a blank look on his face as he examined the remains of the body. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I snapped, brimming with anger. “Is there something you want to say?” Dexter asked, picking on my tone. I stepped in his face, a dark look in my eyes. “I assure you, this is not the time and place to cross me,” I said in a warning tone. “It seems like you are too busy to carry out actual work around here.”

"Noelle…" Even though I couldn't hear him, the name seemed to echo in my mind, a ghost of a connection I thought was long dead. I ignored it, continuing to review the data on my screen. "Dr. Sterling, should I call security?" Liam asked, his voice laced with concern. "No," I said, putting down the tablet. "Let him in." Ten minutes later, Dexter stood in the doorway of my office. He looked like a stray wolf, beaten and abandoned, his royal aura shredded to rags.

"If you don't start talking right now, you're going to regret it. I'll make damn sure to make you regret ever being born." Antonio started forcing the words out, his voice was a chattering mess. "We... everyone calls him... Dexter. I swear, that's all I know, sir! Dexter!" I turned toward Vincent, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. "Find out every damn thing about this Dexter. Along with that asshole who came into Olivia's room at the hospital. I want them found immediately. I want to know why they are targeting Evelyn. If they are connected." "On it, sir. We'll start scrubbing the dark web now," Vincent confirmed, he was already pulling out his secure satellite phone.

I removed the spoon from my grip, and it clattered loudly onto the plate. Dexter's head snapped up. He had sharp eyes and locked onto mine. He sat sprawled in his chair, like a king who surveyed his court lazily holding one hand with a crystal glass of whiskey and the other one in his lap. His stare was not lazy at all. It was too dark and calculating, and far too perceptive. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Roll-up banners and flower baskets lined the sides of the hall, promoting the various industries under the Devereux Group: gene sequencing, targeted drug research, neuro-interventional devices. Avery’s pace faltered as she passed one of the banners. There, in the "Early Partners" column, was the name of her parents’ lab: Clair Laboratory. The font was small, followed by a bracket: (Closed). Those words were a needle, piercing her heart with clinical precision. That was her incinerated life, now serving as a mere decoration on the Devereux family crest.

Dexter walked toward with a large toy in his hand. "Drone?" I asked "This s*** has a camera. We don't need to go into the woods. Anything could be out there," He gestured at the woods with his head. "We are not scared of anything," Asher spoke, thinning his lips. "Asher, Dex," They turned to me. It wasn't the first time we were using them, "Dexter will operate it and Alex... your eyes shouldn't be anywhere but on the screen." I motioned at one more warrior to join them.