Dexter Yuki Novels & Stories

ELARA “You've killed her! You killed the one person who could…” Dexter’s eyes widened crazily as he turned to Fenrir. “You've taken my property away from me.” He screamed in rage, grabbing a small silver knife from his medical tray and lunging straight toward Fenrir. "You have taken my property…” Fenrir simply stared at him displaying madness. He didn't even need to change into his wolf form to deal with a human. Before Dexter could get to him, he got to him first by catching the scientist's wrist with one hand, and snapping it.

She gestured toward the door, her tone cold. Dexter shook his head slowly, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “Oh, foolish, foolish Autumn,” he drawled. “Sometimes I wonder how someone with Helena’s face can make such moronic choices. Just because I’m holding back some details doesn’t mean I have nothing valuable to offer.”

Selene still remembers his calm expression as he chose to fight for her, even though he was clearly at a disadvantage. Selene let Saya emerge to help him, but Misch, Dexter’s wolf, wouldn’t allow her to put herself at risk. He urged her to run and get to safety. Six rogues were far too many for one wolf to handle. Even with severe, life-threatening wounds, Dexter never stopped fighting. He didn’t let a single one of them get to Selene. Despite Misch’s warnings, Saya helped finish off the last rogue attacking Dexter. But by then, it was too late to save him. The pool of blood and his deep, gaping wounds claimed his life within seconds.

“Why are you doing all this for me? I don’t even know you.” Dex stops walking. The hallway falls silent. His gaze meets mine—deep, unreadable, but full of something I can’t name. “Yes, you do,” he says softly. “I don’t,” I insist. “I don’t know who you are, where I am, or what any of this means.” He takes a breath, as if steadying himself. “My name is Dex Wright,” he begins slowly. “I’m the leader of the Silver Crescent Pack, a pack of shapeshifters. Wolves.”

"You won’t get past me." Dexter tilted his head. "Do you even know what you are, Reya? Do you think your power is natural? That your children were born by accident?" I moved fast. My blade sang through the air—but it never touched him. With a flick of his wrist, shadows erupted from the floor, knocking me back against the stone wall. Pain burst down my spine. Lycan Xander growled, launching at Dexter, his claws aimed for his throat. The rogue turned, caught Lycan Xander mid-air, and slammed him to the ground like a toy. "You Lycans are all brawn, no brain."

Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression. "We want to ask you a few questions. We won't take your time. " I almost rolled my eyes at that. Too cliché. "what exactly happened? " I took a deep breath and started talking. When I was done, mum reached over and squeezed my hand. I blinked back tears while officer Williams scribbled furiously on a notepad. Detective Allen nodded. "Do you know who would want to harm you?" I nodded. "A..A...D.. Dams Ripley."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

We are taught that water and fire elements are the most superior but still keeping in mind that we need to be kind, as elemental users are now few in population, so I can't let Zale kill an elemental user, especially in their territory. "Zale, calm down, you are not venturing to kill fellow elemental users, you blockhead," I said as I went out and followed Kareela into their elder's house. We were guided by Kareela as she is familiar with what is inside this house. Kareela is the elder's great-granddaughter.

Ryker looked between everyone that was gathered before continuing. “Sara and Leo will team up. Being the two of you are related, you both have a greater bond with each other. The same goes for Julian and Ryan.” He said then stopped talking again as he looked between the others. Ryan Drake, Julian’s twin brother. This was the first time seeing Ryan, other than the picture of him in the folder I had on him. Seeing them stand side by side, it was hard to tell them apart, other than the noticeable scar above Ryan’s left eye.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”