Dr Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

“It’s nice having someone who helps keep our guys on the field for longer!” Of course the butterfingers comment went in one ear and out the other. Did he just not understand how rude she was? “Is there anything I can help you with? I’m a little busy,” I said tightly, turning to put down the blood sample and writing a few notes. “I just came to get some wraps for my knees,” Derek said. “Trying to keep ‘em from getting scuffed up at the game on Friday.” “Who are we playing against?’’ I asked before I could stop myself. I bit the inside of my cheek. It was torture, engaging with him while she was around. But I couldn’t help it.

He grinned, though his eyes betrayed him with a real curiosity. Derek naturally was confident because of his sharp, defined features, his green eyes ever twinkling with an air of mischief. His hair cropped short, dark, and with a bit of stubble, Derek wasn’t as imposing as Liam but with a certain charm to him. Where Liam held himself in reserve, Derek was one of those who would crack the tension with a single smile or some well-timed joke. He was wearing his trademark leather jacket and boots, the image of a person who could take care of himself in a fight, but also in negotiation.

Derek groaned. He utilized the opportunity to pour out his heart because he knew that the opportunity might not show up again. Derek's attitude didn't just stun George, it also took Dave by surprise. He doesn't know Derek to be that violent. He always thought that Dexter was the wolf in sheep's clothing. However, Derek proved him wrong with his attitude.

"Each one of these people lost a family, they're trying to heal. Going to war now isn't going to help anyone, it's the easiest way to get us all killed." Cyre nods quietly. Her eyes lightens up. She's convinced. "They're trying to heal, Cyre. Let them. Help them. And leave Ryel to me. Let's trust Derek. And work according to his plans. Ryel's going no where, I'm killing him myself." Back to present: I feel Ryel eyes before I see him. Derek's right. He's watching me. He's standing beneath the archway of the barracks, arms folded. Half- shadowed. Like he belongs to both light and dark. His wolves fall quiet when I pass, eyes flicking to him instinctively, like trained hounds waiting for a sign

Derek pov The old bitch I thought I loved her but she was a wolf in sheep's clothing she fucking shot at my mate and hit him more then once. I had warriors looking for her but so far no luck. Anna has been a sobbing mess since Liam got shot. We still had the rogue issue and now I had it all on my shoulders but I couldn't get past Liam being hurt so bad he probably won't make it. The doctor said the poison is one he has never seen and our mate will probably die.

he wailed loudly. "Keith!" Derek's eyes were bloodshot when he saw the pitiful state his son was in. He glared viciously at Trafford and yelled in fury. "What is the meaning of this, Swordster? You promised me that you would take good care of my son. Is this what you mean by that?" Even the Warrior League members turned to look at Trafford and Derek. "Madam Dragon, Derek colluded with Swordster much earlier on!" Gary said as realization finally dawned on him.

Derek and his right hand man, Vieira stood and watched the healer as she applied certain herbs medicine on the belly of Sophia. Derek had still not transformed to his normal form. His eyes were still siren red and his claws were yet to return to their resting place. However, he was in his right senses. Partly in his right senses. The fury that was in him had still not gone down. But the moment he pierced the belly of Sophia, he had a touch of sanity. He had killed fifteen men without flinching. Seven were seriously injured. In fact, Vieira was yet to heal from the wound that Derek's claws had caused him. But the moment he struck Sophia, a wave of ice washed through the rage he felt. He had p

After his first meal for the day, Derek strolled out to the pack's training ground, watching silently as his pack members trained like their lives depended on it, which actually is true, bowing their heads to him intermittently as soon as they had noticed his presence. For some reason, his eyes went tro and fro searching for the guy who Anthony had mentioned was Lent's brother, or was it friend? He wasn't sure again. When he didn't find the guy, he called unto Shane. The latter left the new recruit whom he was drilling and ran down to the shade where Derek was standing under. The sun was quite hot.

Then he turned to face Ryan fully, positioning his body slightly in front of mine like a shield. "Listen carefully," Derek said, his voice turning cold as ice. "I do not care who you think you are, Ryan Richmond. I do not care that you used to be the star player before I took that title from you. What I care about is that you just dragged my girlfriend through the hallway like she was a piece of property. What I care about is that you were yelling at her loud enough for the entire school to hear. What I care about is that she is standing here crying because of you."

"Talk? You mean you're going to lecture me on 'honor' while you try to sabotage my career? I've got a game in D.C. tomorrow. I don't have time for your self-righteous bullshit." "I said talk. I’m not laying a finger on you." Santiago raised his hands, palms open. It was a lie to his own wolf, which was currently clawing at his ribs to finish the fight, but he held the line. "I’ll even give you a free shot if it makes you feel better. But you’re going to listen." Derek scoffed, turning his back—a dangerous move for any wolf—and retreated into the sprawling, glass-walled living area. "Whatever. Make it quick." He collapsed onto a designer leather sofa, his fingers hovering gingerly over his ma