Dexter Reborn Novels & Stories

REBORNED EPISODE Nine Deirdre POV Splash! I splashed some water on the so called crypto and he gasped. He slowly raised his head up and struggled against the ropes that are around him while sitting on a chair. He squint his eyes at the tiny bulb hanging above his head. “Somebody, help! Is someone here?! Where are I?!” He finally had the strength to open his mouth after trembling like someone being drenched at the club. He is probably like that because a gun wasn’t placed against his thigh.

"You'll build an empire. Nott Designs will rise from the ashes of everything Brock destroyed. You'll create jobs. You'll mentor young designers. You'll prove that success doesn't require cruelty. That you can build something beautiful without destroying others." "You'll help thousands of survivors. The Reborn Foundation will give hope to people who thought hope was dead. Your story will save lives. Your pain will have purpose. Your trauma will become transformation. Not just for you. For everyone who comes after." I paused. This next part was the hardest to write. The hardest to say. "So maybe everything happens exactly as it should. Maybe you needed to be broken to understand how to rebuild

I should have seen it coming, but I was too busy wrangling my father, wayward little humans, strange new hybrids, and lovesick vampires. “Hey,” Dexter says and comes crawling over to where I’m sitting. He sneaks in and out of the camp as easily as if he’s a raindrop. It’s my Gamma’s talent, and why I had him stationed at the Three Towers all those years. He won’t be able to sneak up to Bryce, but Dexter can sneak past an entire army of lesser wolves as long as he doesn’t talk or try to engage them. “How’s it looking out there?” I ask.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel sadness for her falled kingdom. Nobody clapped, they could only stare in indignation as the king led his new bride away from the burning kingdom he just conquered. But they didn't understand one thing. He didn't conquer the kingdom because he wanted to. He did that so he could get to Maya, the forgotten princess of Gegoria. But how did it all begin? Surely all villains have origin stories. Well Dexter is no different but his origin story is quite unique. It started many years ago. From a single act of kindness from the woman he now calls his Queen...

He touched the spot where the wound had been, checking for some kind of trickery. "Incredible," Silas whispered, his tone finally shifting to genuine respect. "Instant regeneration. You’re literally holding the key to Moon Shadow’s immortality, Dexter." Ruby pulled her hand away, her gaze razor-sharp. "Next time you want to prove a point, use your own arm. Or I’ll make sure that blade finds your heart before you can blink." Dexter stood up, his Alpha aura exploding through the room and forcing Silas to stumble back a step. "Satisfied with the show, Silas?"

He is sincere to what he said, he will come back for Shayne, because it is only in Shayne, he has tasted the true happiness, in her love he can feel his life is complete. Dexter is inspecting all his thing trying to figure out, what he can do with them, and how those things could be useful to him again. The compass is now working well and he realized he is in the deepest part of the forest north north-east, of the hunting ground where he came from and got separated from his friends.

Carla asked. I looked at them and my lips began to stretch into a thin smile. “ We will start by setting a trap for him” ******************************************************** So I noticed while I was with Dexter, the exact kind of person. He was a pedophile. He liked his she wolves young. Yet to transition. Naive.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

Dexter The memories all came back. I remembered when I met my mate. Isabella was just like an angel. I remembered when we mated. I laughed at the memory. She couldn't wait until we got to the bed and we had to do it in the car. We were returning from a meeting when she decided she wanted to be marked. I kissed her with excitement but she held me and deepened the kiss. I couldn't hold in any longer. We told the driver to leave and return to the park while we continued our business. I also remembered how I felt the pain when she was shot. Before I got there she was already dead. My rein as alpha was nothing exciting but that was until I met Isabella who brightened my world. We were meant to be

As long as Vincent clung to life with one kidney, he’d join her, charged as an accomplice to kidnapping and murder. This time, I’d be sure to wish them a long, happy life together—behind bars. Realizing her situation at last, Denise dropped her gaze and stopped meeting my eyes. Her face was pale, drained of any fight, as she followed the police out. … With my revenge complete, there was no rush of satisfaction, no real sense of triumph. It all felt strangely hollow.