Dexter Reborn Novels & Stories

As they watched them emerge from being dormant for no one knows how long and see them choose their own lives. Even going as far as making their own paths, sometimes unknowingly and sometimes knowingly. There were things that even they didn't know but it was time for them to get the answers. "I can feel you four change." Damon said softly. "A human or supernatural body can only take a limited amount of energy but that's not the case with you four. You're growing very strong in your birth body. At this point it's almost as strong as ours." Sebastian explained and watched the kids eyes go as wide as saucers.

It's because she had once had an encounter with a vampire and though her memories were wiped, there was still that lingering feeling at the back of her mind that there was something out of the ordinary existing in their universe. “You will forget the name Cruella D'vile, and every other memory attached to that name. You never lost your job, the murder cases were solved and closed a year ago, it was a wild beast who escaped into the woods but hadn't shown up ever since then. You never had any marks on your neck, after the accident, your father didn't make it and you grew up to become one of the best detectives in Richmond City and eventually got promoted to Lieutenant." Cruella glanced at the

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

I planned on returning a month ago but I was delayed by my pregnancy as it may harm my fetus. Yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm proud to admit that the child is Dawson's. I was happy when I found out about my pregnancy, and it was around that time that I decided to come back but due to the dangers of the road as it might harm my child, and I planned on returning in two months time when the fetus would be strong enough but I couldn't stop myself from returning as my parents are dead. “I won't take on any position if you don't include him in,” I added with a determined look on my face. It hurt me that Dawson is still being judged because of his identity as a rogue which I had promised wouldn't happen

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

And then he removed the guise. The aura shifted instantly. Damon’s calm, polished exterior dissolved into something older, primal. His red thread blazed like wildfire through the air, corrupt and sharp, slicing against the silvery threads of fate around them. His eyes burned with something not human—something that had been lurking behind the mask all along. Lucien felt it, the raw surge of a being who had walked between realms, who had touched threads of life and death alike. “Now you understand,” Damon hissed, a predator finally revealed. “I am not here to play the fool. I am not here to be watched. I am… something more. Something you will regret underestimating.”

I explain, shaking his shirt violently that I could see it rumple. Dexter grabs hold of both my hands and has them held up with just one hand, and before I know it, I’m being pressed against the window. With a scoff, he replies, “You… have no clue on how to raise my cubs, you’re not parent material to do so, do you have any idea on how to handle their first proper transformation? Do you even know that they’re not meant to be schools amongst humans? Do you?” ”No…! No, I don’t,” I cry with my head down as Dexter releases my hands.

I warned, “just tell me who sent you, and I might just change my mind and only imprison you instead of bathing this soil with your blood.” I should have expected less from a rogue. They were lawless creatures. Wild and relentless. This one in front of me had no exemption. He didn’t bother to consider my offer to spare his life. He pounced quickly, aiming for the unconscious pup on the ground. And just then, we lost it. Dexter moved, fluidly and aggressively, taking a forceful strike at the rogue’s vulnerable throat. With the blinking of an eye, we clawed out his throat in a single strike.

He tried to smile, but all it did was make the scar on his cheek look weirdly terrifying. I backed away from him as he approached. “You have no friends here, Dexter!” I managed to mutter. He stopped a few feet away from me. I could smell the drugs on him. His eyes were turning from friendly to…something deadlier. “Sure, I do. Mandy here is our friend.” How the fuck did she even do this? All for what? Revenge? “I just want my friend back.” “Which of them? The wannabe tough guy or the little daisy. She is just so breakable, don’t you think?” Dexter said.

Dexter was speechless at Xavier's desperation. After all, he was Adil's 108th descendent, not the 108th descendent of a goddess. How could he treat him if his penis had been dissected? Was he supposed to grab some dirt and mold a new one for him? Since Jerome and Wynne had both recovered, they no longer paid attention to Xavier. Since Wynne invited Dexter over in the first place, he quickly turned to him and said, "Mr. Olsen, after such a long journey, let me host a banquet to welcome you properly."