Novel & Cerita Dexter: New Blood Synopsis

Dexter “Well, first of all, I came here because I thought that we should find you. You’re our kin, and you deserve to know that we exist. That you have a family.” I nod, and then ask, “Where are you from?” “All the way in Baywood,” he states. “Yeah, a long way away. A whole week to get here. We never thought she got so far, you know? We started looking in the nearby towns and cities. Nobody ever heard of her. We thought that maybe she changed her name. My mother got sick afterward and stopped looking. Then, she asked me to take over as soon as I turned eighteen.”

I request when fabian strolled in to find us In a defensive position. He Frowns and said, "what the hell is going on?". His voice gradually moves Keith away from me, he turns to his father and replied, "nothing father, is just that Alexis here thinks she can leave and never return, just because she couldn't get over the fact that David is dead". (I turned and said) " excuse me!! Do you possibly need a medal for the crimes you and your father have committed, and yes!! I still can get over the fact that Chris is dead and was killed by his brother".

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

I could feel the impact in the room as his voice echoed. "No! Take me instead and leave them alone," I screamed, jerking hard so that the chains would lose. But it was all wasted effort. "Too late," She said sharply before burying the knife in my father's chest thirteen times, spelling the Blood Moon Pack. Horrifying screams filled the air as my father dropped dead on the cold floor like a piece of meat. "You bitch!" I screamed, wishing I could tear her into pieces. Tears flowed like a river from my eyes when I saw the Blood Alpha, my father slaughtered like a chicken.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

I ask. “Our wise woman will sense it when the baby’s energy is strong enough for her to read. She says it has to make itself known to her. I just have to be patient.” Alexa sighs, then adds, “But at least Elders’ Blood is supposed to speed up the process.” I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. “Well, the family will love your baby, boy or girl.” She scoffs, watching her mother-by-bond refill drinks across the room. “It’s not about love. It’s about duty.”

Leo stood beside a form covered by a white sheet, his face ashen. "Boss..." Leo's voice trembled. "Are you sure you want to see this?" "Uncover it," Darren commanded. Leo slowly lifted the white sheet. In the next second, Darren's world completely fell apart. It was Scarlett. Even covered in blood, even lifeless, he could still recognize that face. Her eyes, once as bright as stars, were now tightly shut, never to open again. Darren's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees in the dirt.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

The place was dark and damp, with a faint smell of mold in the air. The caregiver was a harsh-looking middle-aged woman. She was cracking peanuts and gave us a sideways glance. "New arrival? If he soils the bed, that costs extra." My dad looked around in panic. "Chester, I'm not staying here! I want to go home! I want to go home!" "There is no home." I stood at the doorway and gave him one last look. "The house was sold by your younger son. This is your home now. "I'll transfer 2,000 dollars every month to the director. Consider it my last bit of mercy. If you want better food or a nicer caregiver…"

she asked hopefully, more for herself than for his sake. "I can, but it isn't sustainable," he said dryly. "It keeps my hunger at bay temporarily, but without human blood, I could become like the walking dead. Unable to live or die. It is a miserable existence I wouldn't wish on anyone." "If you feed off of someone… will they die?" she asked hesitantly. "That depends," he said, looking in her direction. "If one chooses to take the life of a mortal, they can. Otherwise, you only drink enough that doesn't threaten their life."