Dead By Daylight Comics Novels & Stories

“…even in death.” “Noo!” Sunny screams, his body trembling as he clutches Liam’s lifeless form. “Liam… please wake up!” he begs, shaking him. “Don’t do this to me, man! You have to fucking wake up!” But Liam’s body begins to turn black in his arms. A creeping, unnatural darkness that grips Sunny with fear. He gently lays him aside, jaw clenched, eyes burning. Then he charges at the Hollowborn wolves, striking them straight in the heart— Exactly where it hurts… exactly where it kills.

It was merely the last remnants of the man Dayton had once been slowly dying inside as his heart turned to ice. Dayton had been visiting Japan, a Gallery showing promoting his work when the first Vampire/Were conflict had happened. He often wondered if he would have returned to the pack to join in its defence if he'd known what was happening. Would he have helped his family? His best friend and his surrogate family too?

We weren’t doomed! ***AFTER A WEEK*** Location: Damascus, Syria He passed away seven bloody days ago. It had been seven brutal days since sanity had deserted me, replaced by a primordial, all-consuming hatred that drove my every action. Finding a method to revive Dimitri had turned into a singular fixation of mine, an unrelenting quest that had no boundaries. I have been traveling across the entire continent for the past couple days. In an attempt to revive Dimitri, I followed each lead I could discover. I’ve been unable to accept the cards that Fate handed us ever since that day. I had to figure out how to beat death and revive him because I knew it was possible. I allowed his body to rest

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

her mother sighed and helped her to her feet, leading her to the bathroom to deal with the blood. After Becca was settled, her mom called Demitri's mother to vent. She needed it after a long day of work and a small family crisis. Demitri's mother picked up and the two ladies talked for hours. They try to talk at least once per day. They had their friendship down to a formula. They shared everything. Sadly for Becca, Demitri was also pretty close to his mom. Demitri's mother has no filter and told Demitri basically right away. He asked what it meant and his mom explained the blood.

We arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. It is dark, silent. Donnie only lives 5 minutes away from here via a shortcut path. “Ready for some real scary stuff?” he laughs. “I don’t mind scary.” I say with a slight smile. “Good Saunders. No pain, no gain.” Xane chuckles. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Ignore him he’s being a jackass.” Donnie explains. I can’t help but go quiet. I’m in the middle of haunted woods where people get murdered or commit suicide and these fools have lured me here. Something is making my skin crawl about this.

“If everyone is dead, and you don’t work with Umbra, and you’re still alive, that means you’re either the Top 1 or 2. Which is it… Top 1? That’s very possible, considering the fact that you were able to walk into Umbra and speak to Umbra.” I snap my gaze towards Dale, watching as all emotion drains from his face. Eiii, now this angry, sad, pitiful old man is being ridiculous. Dale is not The Reaper. it's so absurd if you even think about it. Yet, Dale looks like a child caught stealing meat from his mother's pot. Oh, c'mon Dale, just tell him you aren't and let's get this over with. He needs to move on to the next question so I can figure out what I'm trying to figure out.

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

He began to draw. His hand moved rapidly, the black charcoal scratching loudly against the heavy white paper. But today, the lines didn't form twisted roots or chaotic trees. Instead, he found himself drawing thick, overlapping lines of black, forming a heavy, iron circle. In the center of the circle was a tiny, faint outline of a bird, its wings clipped, its head bowed. He stared at the drawing, a sudden wave of deep, suffocating grief washing over him.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.