Dr Derek Shepherd Novels & Stories

Sometimes she couldn’t help but think whether she was too far behind the times, even now she was having a hard time understanding what Derek said, if the evidence was right in front of her then she would have found out about it by now right? And if she was being honest she didn’t want to trust Derek blindly, he had a reputation. Though he never participated in any kind of war he was still considered fearsome by many shifters and getting on his good side only meant that she will on the bad side of the shifters. Not that she wasn’t already but she didn’t want to make things even more difficult for herself. A knowing grin etched on Derek’s face as he studied her right back, today he has dyed hi

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

"Why did you become Derek? If you are Shane, then who is Derek?" Shane grabbed her small hand, feeling her warm palm, and then he spoke. "Derek and I are not related by blood. Derek is Mrs. Victoria's son. Like me, from a young age, Derek was brought to the National Investigation Bureau by his father. Unfortunately, Derek died by stepping on a bomb. His father was very heartbroken. Because he didn't want his wife, he told me to pretend to be Derek because I was the same age as Derek. No one in X city knows my true identity. From then on I became Derek, I helped him be filial to his father and mother, helping him restore Tibble Corporation." "So that's how it is." Bertha lowered her eyes. "So

Scott Hale, Noah's senior apprentice warrior, grumbles with a highly sour face, "Elder Noah, why should our pack care if Derek lives or dies in the woods? Gerard is not someone our warriors should mess with lightly! He runs the entire Blackfang Wastelands underground. Our pack shouldn't make a deadly enemy of his name!" "You blind fool!" Noah snaps his teeth sharply. "Lydia Hale and Stiles Stilinski are already charging with their forces straight into the Blackfang territory core. This is our pack's golden chance to show Mr. Hale exactly where our loyalty stands under the moon! We can't waste this massive opportunity!" "Elder Noah, my mind admits Derek is a highly skilled moon healer," Scott

Alexander's POV** The stark, empty corridors of the building echoed with my hurried footsteps. My mind whirred with strategic calculations as I made my way to Derek’s body. Every decision from here needed to be precise and meticulous—any slip-up could mean chaos for our already fragile peace. I reached the room and paused for a moment before entering. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, the metallic tang of blood immediately hitting my nostrils. Derek's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading around him. Seeing him like this, despite knowing the circumstances, didn’t invoke any sorrow. Derek had been a cruel, ruthless wolf who thought he could take what

Chris asked. Derek exhaled slowly. “Retired CFO. Seventy-two. Lives in Surrey now. He hasn’t been inside Hale Tower in six years.” “And?” “And he asked if we could keep it… discreet.” Derek finally turned, one corner of his mouth lifting without humor. “He said he doesn’t want his name dragged into ‘whatever this is.’” Chris nodded. He stared down at the list on his screen. Names. Percentages. Fractions of ownership that once felt insignificant.

“Help yourself, Caleb. Not like it’s my office or anything.“ I say dryly, knowing fully well that he is going to successfully rip out a bottle even if I command him not to. Derek snorts from where he is seated on the couch at the feet of Weston's splayed legs. He is Caleb's friend as much as he is mine and Weston's. We all have known one another since we were crawling on all fours, and Derek is one of the few people I trust enough to call my brother. Also, he has this laid-back, almost lazy demeanor that makes me believe he was infected with that by Cal, but I know better. Derek is one of the deadliest fighters in this pack. His laid-back demeanor can't deceive me one bit.