Dexter Resurrection Episode 5 Novels & Stories

He hadn’t even replied to her texts. Natalie didn’t want to look at his twisted expression any longer and instead turned her gaze to Dexter, who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. Dexter didn’t look much like Layson—his features were softer, his expression calm even in sleep. Only his sharp brows and refined nose bore some resemblance to Mr. Norman.

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Dexter’s eyes gleamed, though Autumn’s confusion only deepened. "What are you talking about?" she said, exasperated. "This was a waste of time." Just then, the door swung open, and Derek stepped in. "Oh, he's here," Dexter said with a grin. "We can ask him directly." He looked between Autumn and Derek, an air of satisfaction in his gaze. "Did you grant Charlie a Specter Visa?" Dexter asked, watching Derek’s face carefully. Derek froze, his eyes widening as he scrambled to respond. "What’s that?" he stammered, though his voice wavered slightly.

The footage on the screen shifted to me alone in a downpour, struggling to clear the construction debris from my parking space. Audio of Dexter mocking me played over the footage. He sat under the awning with his legs crossed while his voice echoed through the speakers down the entire street. "See that? That's what happens when people don't listen." The onlooking residents began gasping quietly. A wave of hushed murmuring broke through the crowd. "My God! This security guard is absolutely despicable." "This is outrageous. He's an absolute animal!" Right after that, the screen lit up again with high-definition, first-person footage of me being cornered in the underground parking lot by Dexter

Grabbing her head with both hands, she tried to maintain her balance only to pass out. “Who's she?” Hardin asked, alternating his gaze between Novah and I. “Wesley's daughter.” Dexter snarled. I visualized steam rising from his head just the same way it does in a chimney. “Get her out of here.” With Dexter gone with Novah, I wrapped up things with Hardin, leaving Wren lifeless. No one touches what belongs to me — This was one of my aged long principles I had always held onto. The moment I pulled up in the garage of the company building, Dexter appeared out of nowhere and then made his way straight to me.

We took in the scene in front of us and I couldn’t wait to see what Adara looked like. “Are you nervous?” James asked. “Why would I be nervous?” I asked in reply. “Because even if I have no powers, I know your blood is boiling for her. I also happen to know what happens on Resurrection night,” James said with a grin and I punched him on his shoulder. He rubbed it in pretend pain and I chuckled. Shoran had gotten pregnant on her resurrection night so I knew exactly what happened. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to tell James that. I was nervous for another reason, nervous that we wouldn’t imprint and that everyone had been wrong this entire time.

"You should be resting. The doctors-" Dexter's phone resumed ringing a few steps back into the room, and his jaws clenched in response. I watched him pull out his phone and swipe left, abruptly ending the call without explanation. "What does he want?" I asked, knowing it was Eros at the other end of the call. "You don't need to bother-" "I want to know," I pressed. Scratch that, I needed to know. Dexter gauged me for a second, contemplating his words before finally speaking.

I was gonna throw a grenade but, a missile came out of the trees and the helicopter blew up. I ducked as the shrapnel fell around me. Once it was safe, I stood up and looked around. I grabbed the walkie talkie, and radioed the girls,”Was that you guys?” “You’re welcome,” Avery chimed. I laughed, and went back downstairs. I came back down in time to watch Dexter snap some guys neck. “Feel better,” I smirked. “Yep,” he replied. “Are the floors clear?” I asked. “Yeah everyone’s dead,” He smirked.

"She didn't even know I was her true mate." I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him? I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth. We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows. His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. He didn't look at Xavier. Didn't look at me or Zordon. His gaze fell straight to Kendra's lifeless body.

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?"