Dexter: New Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

Dexter rushed to her and the bullet hit him. “Kaylee.” Kaylen called and was about to rush to them but Xavier held him and got under the table with him. “Let go of me.” He yelled in tears but Xavier held him tightly. The gunshots died down, Kaylee cried as she stared at Dexter and her mother. “Dexter, wake up.” She cried as she tapped him. She looked over at Clara and watched as blood gushed out of her. “Mummy.” She cried as she tried to reach for her but she couldn't because Dexter was on her.

After each words he whispers to her everyday. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dexter walked into his room with a smug look on his face, he looked like he just had a blood bath because his white shird were damped and coated with blood. His eyes were dark and expressionless as he removed his black gloves from both his hands. "You've never changed??" Sylvester's voice echoed around the silent room as dexter turned towards the direction of the voice and his eyes met sylvester's stormy grey eyes and unique features.

Electrical fusion? "Bianca, I'm here to relax and not look for a man. I'm not sure if you're still aware, but I have a boyfriend who loves me just as I love him, and dancing or shagging one of those Plutonian men of yours would only put an end to it." I say and Bianca scoffs and mouths a whatever. Bianca doesn't like my boyfriend, Dexter. She says Dexter is not trustworthy but I trust him. He has been nothing but good to me. I think it's because Bianca doesn't like good boys and Dexter is definitely not a bad boy.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

Dexter had returned, with a faint scent of alcohol clinging to him—a clear sign that he had been at some kind of work-related gathering. He immediately headed for the baby's crib, eager to see his darling daughter, Tessa, who happened to be awake at that moment. He slipped off his suit jacket and then tenderly scooped her into his arms, cradling her and playfully engaging with her. His expression was one of profound tenderness, as if he had just come into possession of something incredibly precious. Though he was aware of the Shelton family's circumstances, he chose not to inquire further. It was, after all, a story that lacked any intrigue—dull and predictable.

Nia gasps, but her eyes go straight to the hospital bed. “Dexter!” she cries, voice cracking, and runs to the side of the bed. She grabs his hand, tears already soaking her cheeks. “Wake up, Dex… please don’t be sick…” I rise slowly, my voice hoarse as I walk over to Jax. “He just started coughing up blood,” I whisper. “Out of nowhere. We came straight here. They did everything—they still don’t know what’s wrong…” Jax's jaw tightens, his eyes flicking between me and our son. His usual calm is gone, replaced by something raw and helpless. He steps forward, laying a hand on Nia’s shoulder as she sobs softly by Dexter’s side.

I feel something twist inside me, sharp and hot. Merope keeps going. “Dexter’s doing it because he loves his daughter. He thinks this is helping her. But he’s blinded by desperation to save her. But that greedy bastard he chose? He’s going to hurt her. And when that happens, he’ll end up dead and ruin that poor girl even more. She is dead one way or the other. These bonds are not replaced like this. Only a connection that is strong enough between two wolves can replace the mate bond."

With the blinking of an eye, we clawed out his throat in a single strike. The rogue’s body dropped lifelessly in an instance, its blood rapidly soaking into the earth, the scent of its soul lingering in the air. “You should have listened,” Dexter wiped his bloodied paw and its fur. After a brief glance at the rogue’s carcass, he picked the pup with his mouth, and carefully placed him on his back. He turned to leave. He inhaled a lungful of the forest's natural air, and then we both tensed, my heart practically skipping a beat.

Shauna asked, looking anxiously at Raymond. Raymond looked down at his watch, then at Dexter. His expression was grim. Although he didn't know about the principles of traditional medicine, even he could see that Dexter's complexion was getting worse and worse, and he looked as if he were in great pain. This was completely different from previous cases that Raymond had treated. Logically, even though Dexter's condition hadn't improved, he shouldn't be in so much pain. Suddenly, Dexter spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.