Dexter X Debra Novels & Stories

These dark energies converged in the air, carrying a powerful sense of resentment as if trying to swallow Alex. However, Alex showed no signs of abnormality. He calmly said, "Dexter, I can feel the emotions in your heart. I understand that your emotions must have consumed you over the years. But it's okay, I’m here now. As long as I'm here, I won't let you continue to fall into darkness." As time passed, the resentment within Dexter gradually dissipated. In the end, it turned into nothingness. Ultimately, both of them transformed into a sleeping colossal stone buried deep underground.

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

“Oh, no. I guess you wouldn’t. You had only seen me two or three times when Brock and I were in school. You were in middle school, I think, when we graduated. I’m Lexi.” Blake took her hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you…again,” he said with a gorgeous smile. “And, I was going into my sophomore year when Brock graduated.” Lexi smiled. Blake had the same wide cheek bones as his older brother. His hair was dark and thick. A woman’s fingers could get lost in that hair. The lights flickered above. “Looks like Brock needs to do that re-wiring sooner rather than later,” Connor said. “Or perhaps the spirits in this house are trying to get our attention,” Nicole mumbled.

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

I paused, carefully schooling my expression into that neutral, clueless smile I’d perfected. "Hey… Xavier," I greeted, turning slightly toward him, cane lightly tapping the ground. To everyone else? Just a harmless blind kid bumping into the school’s star athlete. But I wasn’t blind. And he wasn’t just a star athlete. Xavier Blake. Future alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. The same pack James and I had slipped through two weeks ago during our little unauthorized patrol. The same pack whose beta had been patrolling that night. And… my mate. Xavier approached, careful, as if I might shatter if he got too close. His steps were slow, measured — completely at odds with the raw strength and confiden

She could hear animalistic sounds coming from outside and while she was glad that they had not been killed, she wasn’t so sure about this time. She could hear the snapping of bones and she knew that the fight got more serious than it was before. Right outside, Alpha Xander stood above Alpha Norman. “Spare me please.” He begged. Xander wanted to spare him so he could be an example to other Alphas who wanted to be over ambitious. He needed to remind them that this was his territory and nothing happened without his permission. But then he looked at the three girls whose lifeless bodies lay in the grass. He made up his mind.

Marcus added. “You can have anything you desire!” Elder Amelia promised. Listening to their promises, I was reminded of an old fable. A traveler saves a frozen snake, and when the snake revives, it bites and kills the traveler. A snake’s nature doesn’t change. Neither does a vampire’s. “There’s no need,” I said calmly. “What?” Milton couldn’t believe it. “I said, there’s no need,” I repeated. “You and Josie can live your lives together.” “But Josie has ruined everything…” Marcus said.

He wondered where that cheerful, innocent lady had gone. Realizing that she had pushed it too far, Lauren quickly sat up straight. "I just really enjoy being with you." Carter didn't answer her. He was busy texting Marcus. Marcus said that Dexter would be arriving in Draventh tomorrow and would be hosting a banquet for all the medical equipment companies the day after tomorrow. Dexter… Carter's gaze moved toward Lauren. After they finished buying the wines, he dropped her off at home and headed to the office. On the way, he suddenly asked, "What would happen to a woman if she went through something extremely traumatic?"

It could send a distress signal and broadcast my location. "All men are the same," Fletcher sneered. "Don't think Lucas cares about you just because he sent you a few cakes. Right now, he's at home with Sabrina, wrapped around each other. You've long been forgotten. "I've already made a deal with Sabrina. She seduces Lucas, becomes the Madre of the Quinn family, and I get to keep you forever." "Lucas is nothing like your kind of filth," I retorted. Fletcher had lost all reason. He sank his teeth into my face and neck like a madman. "Christina, I love you. No one in this world loves you more than I do."

“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.