Dexter Reborn Novels & Stories

I know the name she chose wasn’t only for her, but the name Frost was a reminder of the pain she caused her father, this man. “Killer, always a pleasure seeing you,” Dexter Kent’s voice filters the air, a reminder of the other man my sister once had chains on. He walks in wearing a similar black suit as Marcus. The slim fit of his however shows the muscle he hides and the deadly man he has now become. I didn’t care about either but I learned the difference between a fucker who spent 3 hours in a gym and the ones who got their built from living a ‘busy’ life and I knew Dexter didn’t have time for gym because his life was consistently so fucking busy. It took me two weeks to get the asswipe to

“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.

Rose scoffs, a smile playing on her lips, as she responds, "No, we ran out of tissues, so I—" After a brief pause, she introduced herself, saying, "I'm Rose." He extends his hand for a handshake and replies, "Dexter." As he mentions that he needs to go, Rose nods in acknowledgment, watching him leave the boys' restroom. In that fleeting encounter, Rose experiences a glimmer of connection and kindness, a refreshing departure from the cruelty she has endured. Dexter's brief presence leaves her with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, planting a seed of hope that there might still be individuals who see beyond appearances and treat others with compassion.

He spat out. Aubrey brain was spinning right now, that she wasn't in her normal senses to think straight. She just stared at him without saying a word, her eyes were getting heavier. Getting a nod of approval, Dexter said, "I hope we never cross paths again" With that word he left the room", though he wanted to do more like kick her hard, but be refrained himself from doing so, his private jet was already outside waiting for him, he took his wife and kids and off they went to another country to start a new life and a new beginning.

The doors burst open and Dexter walked in, his pompus walk nearly making me gag. “You never get tired fucking around boy,” Dexter laughed as he gave himself a seat. “What do you want? Wasn't making you a powerful rogue leader enough?” I spat. “Oh yeah, it was enough. I just have some good news about our prize— I mean, your prize. Aurora….” he grinned, showing a pair of white bloody teeth. Hunting again. “I'm listening….” I pushed the two wolfs beside me and sat on the throne, naked.

“Your father lost another finger this morning. He screamed your name. Begged me to tell you he still loves you. Touching, really but I couldn't care less.” Tears burned my eyes. I hated myself more in that moment than I ever had. Dexter tilted his head. “But there’s good news too. I’ve acquired a new asset. Sweet little thing. Pure as fresh snow. She’ll walk straight through Silverfang’s boundary without raising a single alarm. And when she does, you’ll have a new roommate. Someone to keep an eye on things from the inside while you… distract your mate.” My blood ran cold. “What did you do?”

I gingerly sat on the very edge of the bed, and leaned forward to rest my elbows on my knees, ignoring the weight of the gun pushing into my hip. The smell of death was strongest here. The linens were clean and the bed neatly made, but the scent clung to everything in the room. “I came to ask…Why you did it? Why you sold me to Xander?” “I was foolish,” Dexter replied. “Not yet sick. I thought my pack and preserving our legacy was everything, but mostly…I was weak. I allowed Jolene to lead, when I should have taken charge.” “Why didn’t you?” “I’m one of the lucky few that were granted a fated mate. All I cared about was her and her happiness. Even after we had children…I still cared about her

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

That frigid fear crawled back into my bones. I gazed at the men and women around me….the brave warriors, the wounded wolves, the exile clans. I would certainly be leading them right now. Regardless of the expense. I would crown myself with blood and fire if I had to. Dexter intended to take everything from us. He wasn't just a villain anymore. He was the embodiment of chaos. I would stop him or die trying. I clinched my fists, “ If Dexter's threaten my children then I swear I would burn him to the ground. Regardless of how long it takes

"We show her what she lost. We show her that you're not the man she walked away from. Make her see what she could have had, what she threw away. His words sent a chill through me. He was right. If I became someone better, someone more powerful, Daisy would see it. And when that moment came, when she realized her mistake, Zordon would feel it like a blade to the chest. Xavier stepped closer, his gaze locked on mine. "This isn't just about revenge, Dexter. This is about reclaiming your place. The question is... are you ready for that?" Xavier grinned, seeing the indecision settle in my eyes. "So, tell me, Dexter... how far are you willing to go?"