Dexters Lab Novels & Stories

She couldn’t help but feel that Saxum might just be acting based on false information he was brought up to think was the truth. “The three scientists you’re working with - where are they?” “In their lab.” “And where is that?” “It’s accessible by an inn, owned by a lycan named Vent.” Greg immediately refuted, “That’s a lie. My people searched that place. There’s no such room.” The flowers made Saxum clarify, “It’s an underground lab that’s only accessible through their freezer. The keypad is on one of the shelves, hidden by blocks of cheese. Maybe that’s how your people missed it.”

Jade After the unexpected attack on the pack, Darius and I wasted no time organising meetings with scientists. Now, five days later, we found ourselves in a secret laboratory that seemed more like a fortress than a workplace. The lab was bathed in cold, sterile white light, the kind that left everything sharp and cold. It stretched wide, with rows of polished metal counters lined with vials, wires, and gleaming weapon prototypes that looked as deadly as they were sophisticated. Scientists in pristine lab coats moved around like ghosts, focused and determined, their heads bent over blueprints or screens flickering with code, adjusting equipment that hummed quietly with raw power. This place w

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.”

Meanwhile, Adela clung to Layson’s shirt, murmuring, "How could this happen..." Layson patted her back gently, a trace of emotion flickering in his eyes. "I can’t find it," Dexter said after searching for a long time, barely holding back his frustration as he resisted the urge to kick over the table. Layson had a pretty good idea of what the birthstone might be. He looked at Dexter and said, "You’re no longer needed here. Leave." Dexter frowned, gritting his teeth as he muttered, "If anyone’s leaving, it should be you."

With her back to me, she had no further use for me. My job was done. “You did it.” Damien weighed the containers and jotted down the notes. I ripped off my gloves then shed my protective gear. “Don’t act surprised.” “I picked another cook, so you’re off the hook.” He finished writing down the numbers before he joined me at the sink. The lab was downstairs in the basement of the building. Only steam evaporated from the building, so no one had any idea crystal was being produced right in the center of the city. I washed my hands then patted them dry. “When can he start?”

I removed the spoon from my grip, and it clattered loudly onto the plate. Dexter's head snapped up. He had sharp eyes and locked onto mine. He sat sprawled in his chair, like a king who surveyed his court lazily holding one hand with a crystal glass of whiskey and the other one in his lap. His stare was not lazy at all. It was too dark and calculating, and far too perceptive. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

LEVEL 50 - APPLIED SCIENCES DIVISION The Board’s applied sciences lab was a sprawling, sterile white room filled with holographic drafting tables, quantum processors, and the brightest, most morally flexible minds in Coldwater. Right now, they were huddled in the center of the room, surrounded by four heavily armed Iron Wolves. Dax walked through the automatic doors, carrying the canvas bag. I was right behind him, flanked by my father and Reaper. Dax didn't give a villain monologue. He didn't gloat. He walked over to the main holographic projection table, swept a million credits' worth of delicate optical equipment onto the floor with his forearm, and gently set the bag down.

The laboratory occupied what had once been a wine cellar, its arched ceiling blackened by centuries of alchemical experiments. Glass vessels lined every available surface, filled with specimens that ranged from the mundane to the nightmarish. Bones floated in amber preservatives. Hearts still beat in jars of luminescent fluid. And everywhere, the scent of copper and sulfur and something organic that had been dead too long. "Commander." Dorothea emerged from behind a bubbling distillation apparatus, her white coat transformed into an abstract painting of stains. Brown splatters that might have been dried blood. Yellow residue from some acidic compound.

Either way, it was about twenty minutes later when the vehicle came to a halt at the laboratory. The remote building had a cutting-edge design, and even the glass looked fancy beneath the dazzling sunlight… Momentarily forgetting how irked she was, Xavia couldn’t help but exclaim, “To think that Darlsbury had such an impressive lab…! It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like this!”

He left the lab and slammed the door. Alexis wiped his sweaty forehead and sighed helplessly. He was a DVM, and now he needed to do an experiment for a man! How embarrassing it is! An electric current passed through Kendra’s body, and she woke up. When she opened her eyes slowly, she saw another strange room. Where was she now? Kendra saw test tubes, alcohol burner, evaporating dish, iron support, beaker, and measuring cylinder. Was she in a lab? How did she come here?