Dexter: New Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

“Please, don't do this, Donald!” I begged with the little strength I had left in me but he continued jerking as he wore this grin on. “Donald, you're hurting me!” I groaned as he tightened his grip on my neck. He was about pushing in his middle finger inside me before the light in the alley went off and next, he heard a crashing sound. He turned around immediately as he saw one of his friend groaning bitterly. “Dexter?” He got up and before he could take a step he was taken aback as he saw another of his friend on the ground.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

ELARA “You've killed her! You killed the one person who could…” Dexter’s eyes widened crazily as he turned to Fenrir. “You've taken my property away from me.” He screamed in rage, grabbing a small silver knife from his medical tray and lunging straight toward Fenrir. "You have taken my property…” Fenrir simply stared at him displaying madness. He didn't even need to change into his wolf form to deal with a human. Before Dexter could get to him, he got to him first by catching the scientist's wrist with one hand, and snapping it.

I slowly dropped my fork on the plate, the sound made everyone pause briefly. I looked at them one after the other before speaking quietly. “You people are discussing my replacement while I’m still sitting here carrying his child.” Denise shrugged carelessly. “Well… reality can be uncomfortable sometimes.” I looked at Dyson again. “Are you really okay with this?” For one second, guilt crossed his face. Then it disappeared. “Alexis,” he sighed. “Don’t create tension tonight.” His answer hurt me more than anything else that had happened tonight. I sat there feeling like a ghost, pushing food around my plate, forcing myself not to cry. Every time Dyson touched Mandy’s hand or smiled at her I fe

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

These dark energies converged in the air, carrying a powerful sense of resentment as if trying to swallow Alex. However, Alex showed no signs of abnormality. He calmly said, "Dexter, I can feel the emotions in your heart. I understand that your emotions must have consumed you over the years. But it's okay, I’m here now. As long as I'm here, I won't let you continue to fall into darkness." As time passed, the resentment within Dexter gradually dissipated. In the end, it turned into nothingness. Ultimately, both of them transformed into a sleeping colossal stone buried deep underground.

After being delivered my meal, I brought out the envelope and read it out; Dear Blade, All these years, you’ve been deceived. Dexter is more dangerous than you think. He despises you and would not hesitate to kill you. There’s something I never told you. Something which have been on my mind and had affected my conscience for years. You never killed your father. You didn’t even start the fire, it was Dexter. He killed your father and somehow his mother died in the process. He was jealous that your father had chosen to make you Alpha despite your…”

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic.

So good, that he even turned her into his pawn. Stacy takes in the look on my face. "You also think I'm stupid right".? "No, I...". "It's fine". She cut me off. "Even if you refuse to admit it, I know for a fact that I was stupid and not stupid in love but stupidly obsessed and a fool. But, thank God for you". I may sound like one of the Sherlock siblings right now but listen to this. How come Dexter is connected to the death of Stacey's parents? How come he still has that pen, instead of doing away with it?

Dexter said, wrapped his arms around her waist, and began to drag her towards where her parents sat. “Dexter…” Doreen wanted to plead with him to take it slow but they were already in front of her parents and Dexter already spilled the beans, “Mr. and Mrs. Scott, as I said earlier, my name is Dexter Gray and I want to marry your daughter, Doreen.” The couple froze but an excited look soon settled on their faces. Gabriel’s life was already a mess to them and Doreen did not even have a boyfriend to their knowledge and they were beginning to lose hope on everything.