Dexters Lab Novels & Stories

The research lab on the second floor buzzed with quiet urgency. Blueprints were spread across metal tables, glowing monitors tracked chemical reactions, and at the center of the room sat the Kyrexin-X—a matte black, angular device. Its surface was fitted with slim vents and illuminated digital panels that pulsed with soft blue light, casting a faint glow onto the surrounding equipment. A group of white-coated scientists moved with precision around the device, performing final checks and calibrations. In the far corner, Justine stood beside Dr. Ganner, observing the work going on before them. Right behind them, Kael stood in front of a desk, watching them with apprehension.

I think about Nina if she was safe, I pray to the moon goddess to protect her, then I push the warehouse door open and walk inside. The interior was vast and dim, high ceilings lost in shadow above rusted overhead lights that provided illumination without warmth. The smell was worse inside. Concrete and metal and the ghost of things I was going to spend considerable time not thinking about until after this was over. Dexter’s six lieutenants were positioned in a loose formation across the middle of the space. Not looking like they planned for this, More the stance of people who had been told to hold position and were doing so while pretending that they were weak, I would never underestimate D

"Your father wasn’t just a researcher, Nora. He was a threat to the bottom line." Dex stands by the metal stool, the blue light from the laptop screen making his face look like a marble mask. He looks calm. Too calm. I stay by the door of the sub-basement lab, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air down here is cold and smells like old paper and copper. It feels like a tomb. "The flash drive," I say, my voice steady despite the way my knees want to buckle. "Give it to me, Dex. You’ve had your fun. You broke my life once. Isn't that enough?"

Suddenly, the air was filled with the mechanical whir of machinery as a dozen automated defense bullets dropped down from the high ceiling. We would never avoid this. "Well, well, well," a smooth, cold voice echoed through the overhead loudspeakers. "Look at the garbage the storm washed up on my doorstep." The thick plexiglass observation window above lit up with bright white light. Dexter was standing right behind the glass in a clean white lab coat with his hands tucked into his pockets. His thin face was completely calm, and a small smile rested on his lips as he looked down at us like we were mice in a jar.

Roll-up banners and flower baskets lined the sides of the hall, promoting the various industries under the Devereux Group: gene sequencing, targeted drug research, neuro-interventional devices. Avery’s pace faltered as she passed one of the banners. There, in the "Early Partners" column, was the name of her parents’ lab: Clair Laboratory. The font was small, followed by a bracket: (Closed). Those words were a needle, piercing her heart with clinical precision. That was her incinerated life, now serving as a mere decoration on the Devereux family crest.

“Then I stop.” The lab didn’t argue. She keyed a brief reply that promised nothing and organized everything: equipment list, permits, team names—Marie on logistics, two grad students who knew how to hold a rope, a local caver she trusted with her life, and one more name she typed and deleted, typed and deleted, then finally left: Terry Marsden. She didn’t type Sean. She told herself she wouldn’t. Outside, Heraklion’s evening leaned blue against museum glass. Under the old city, tunnels a civilization had carved for gods and monsters waited, the way a throat waits for a word.

Soon, the two arrived at a laboratory of the Alroy imperial family. This laboratory was built many years ago. Previously, Dalton established the Red Moon Institute to research how to suppress the berserk blood in his body and built a laboratory within his family manor. Over the years, this laboratory had been used by professional researchers to continue with the study. Still, the result they yielded was not significant. When the two arrived at the lab, Leonardo, Shaun Yarn, and others had long gathered here. At this time, Yander, who was wearing a white lab coat, was sitting before a high-precision analysis instrument. Next to him, the device was connected to a computer.

Possibly it is the reason, why it is so hard, if not totally impossible to prove their existence. The five Paranormal students talk to Dexter, to become their resource person, in their studies, they have heard a lot about him, they have witness he can talk with the monkeys. Dexter possibly could lead them to a good material for their research work, for their thesis writing. “Please help us making our work more meaningful” they begging to Dexter “You have stayed in the mysterious place longer than any one, you can help us” one added “I have help you, I have told you where to camp to see them” Dexter answered them.

After each words he whispers to her everyday. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dexter walked into his room with a smug look on his face, he looked like he just had a blood bath because his white shird were damped and coated with blood. His eyes were dark and expressionless as he removed his black gloves from both his hands. "You've never changed??" Sylvester's voice echoed around the silent room as dexter turned towards the direction of the voice and his eyes met sylvester's stormy grey eyes and unique features.

Alex whispered to Rachel, taking her hands and entering one of the rooms in the corridor when he saw that they were coming into the lab. ----- Rachel, her father, and his men entered the dark lab, but because of the torches held by the men, it wasn’t dark at all. Immediately Lydia got into the lab she looked around in awe, the chemicals, equipment, and all other things she only heard about were here in the lab, being a science student when she was still in high school, she knew much about the laboratory equipment, all the ones she saw in the lab were either rare or the ones she had never seen, there were some she never heard about, so she was excited, but soon she gasped in horror just like