Dexter Laboratory Novels & Stories

Ward 07. He took a deep breath, with the hamper still clutched in his left hand, as he looked around. From the sounds he heard in Exec. Ward 07, he could tell the occupant was watching Dexter’s Laboratory. He could hear Dexter reprimanding his elder sister Deedee, for bringing her friends into his secret laboratory… “That’s not what I asked you to do you imbecile,” she fumed at him, banging her fists on the brown table in the boardroom.

Max asked in a trembling voice. "No!" Dex said with irritation. "You can leave!" Max didn't wait for Dex to complete his statement as he politely bowed his head and left Dex's presence immediately. Dex speedily climb up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He briskly showered, dressed up in simple but smart business casual outfits and picked up some important documents from his safe before leaving the room. Taking some secret and very sensitive wall passages, he went down to his underground massive control room; which was equipped with powerful and latest computerized gadgets, to track down people around the globe.

I nodded, trying to keep my worry at bay. As I walked out of the clinic, the uneasy feeling settled deeper into my bones. Something didn’t feel right, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Maybe she just needed some time away, but knowing Elera, that seemed unlikely. If anyone knew where she was, it would be Dexter. With a determined breath, I headed towards Dexter’s place. I reached Dexter’s house, noticing that the door was slightly ajar, which was strange. Dexter was meticulous about security, never leaving anything open or unlocked considering his huge secret, that he was a hollow wolf.

"No, brother. What are you doing? Standing here chatting with him like he's an old college friend of ours?" Dexter was justified. Damon was caught being friendly with enemy number one. "He's a guest of Driana Garcia, Dexter." Damon made it clear. "He's a Sterling. And the Sterlings are our enemies." Dexter's teeth ground together. "What's wrong with you?" he shouted. The volume was loud enough that heads turned across the floor. Several investors stopped mid-conversation. A waiter froze with a tray of champagne. The temperature in this corner of the room dropped ten degrees in an instant.

After what felt like forever, our arms trembling from holding him, Gayle snapped, “Aren’t you done yet? What are they even saying?” “Lower your voice!” Keith hissed. “They’re saying Dexter hides his face behind a mask, so no one knows what he looks like. His scent is also hard to trace, so it's difficult to track him.” “Yeah, that is common with rogues. Their scent is weird,” Gayle said. “What else?” “That he is advancing towards bigger packs and...” “And what else? My arms are burning!” I grumbled. “Dexter might attack Bay pack soon. Let’s just get out of here, I’ve heard enough –“ Keith barely finished before we all came crashing down in the loudest, most obvious fall possible.

He looks up as I enter, reading my expression immediately. "What's wrong?" "Dexter's gone." "Gone where?" "If I knew that, I wouldn't be concerned." I grab coffee from the pot, needing the caffeine. "He was making calls last night. Something about needing eyes on the warehouse. But this feels different." "Different how?" "Like he's doing something he knew we'd try to stop." I drain half the cup in one go. "Can you reach out to pack scouts? See if anyone saw him leave?" Rylan nods and starts making calls. I pace the kitchen, my mind racing through possibilities. Dexter is smart enough not to go to the warehouse early. He knows James will have it under surveillance. So where would he go?

Malix faked a sob, so I took out my gun to point it towards him, but he already hidden below the table where he was eating. The humor vanished instantly, so I asked, “Have you found out who sent those messages stamped with her parents’ address?” The room fell into a heavy, deliberate silence. “Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing. We couldn’t find tracks,” Dexter said as he stepped forward, placing several thick folders onto the table. The dull thud echoed in the room. “And her parents are missing.” “I know,” I replied flatly, flipping one folder open. “Have you started tracing them?”

Dexter pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his expression serious. "Are you interested in coming to work with me?" I froze for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant. The professor explained with a smile, "That's right. Dexter came back this time to set up his own research institute. Oh my, look at my memory. Why don't you just work with Dexter? I'll drop by from time to time as well." I widened my eyes in surprise, then felt a flicker of unease. "I haven't truly immersed myself in research for a long time. Can I really do it?"

The specific signature of something designed to metabolize completely within six to eight hours leaving only the faintest residue and untraceable, Dexter was strong and an alpha nobody could attack him in his sleep so easily. Something designed to be missed in a standard check. Something that would have been missed entirely if Freya had not been the kind of healer who looked for what wasn’t obvious rather than simply confirming what was. I stood in the doorway of the cell and looked at the man who had been Silver Fang’s most important witness and was now Silver Fang’s most significant problem. We didn't have A witness anymore, someone was silencing Dexter, and we need to catch the murderer d

"Your father wasn’t just a researcher, Nora. He was a threat to the bottom line." Dex stands by the metal stool, the blue light from the laptop screen making his face look like a marble mask. He looks calm. Too calm. I stay by the door of the sub-basement lab, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air down here is cold and smells like old paper and copper. It feels like a tomb. "The flash drive," I say, my voice steady despite the way my knees want to buckle. "Give it to me, Dex. You’ve had your fun. You broke my life once. Isn't that enough?"