Dead By Daylight Comics Novels & Stories

The Dark Night Family members were stunned to see the zombies before them. "Rank… Rank 9 Zombies!" The Dark Night Family member shad never seen Rank 9 Zombies nefpre. Needless to say, they were very shocked. Roar! Biggy let out a roar as he launched his Earth-Shattering Fist. Following Biggy's attack, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, Sven the swordsman, Skeletal Lady, and Rexy launched their own. The low-ranked Dark Night Family members could not possibly defend against their attacks, and thus, the scene became unbearable to witness.

Another shows her hand and hand with her brother, Death, as they together usher the shades of dead through the Deadlands, him showing them the way in, her showing the way out. But as we walk, I see that it’s not simply a series of images celebrating her accomplishments. Instead, it’s a story. Life, born from Darkness and yolked forever to Death. Life, in many worlds, holding the hands of people as they are born and live and then pass back into the unknowing realms. Life, beneath the light of a full moon with a howling she-wolf carved at its center, her head bowed as the light spreads all around her. “That one,” I murmur, stopping before it. “Is odd…”

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

"I gave my theory and proofs... Now you give me yours..." He smirked mischievously. She couldn't understand how this happened, even after trying and looking she couldn't find his fault. "You know___" They both heard the loud knock on the door. "Damon!" It was Mariana. Damon groaned and pressed the button beside his nightstand which opened the door. "Why are you screaming in the morning, Mariana?" He asked annoyed. Mira noticed Mariana looking bothered. "Tyson! Our men found his dead body near the graveyard in the midnight..."

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

Harley agreed. "Okay, so Demitri is a day walker, which means that he can unleash hell on us whenever he wants. I also wouldn't put it past him to try and get more blood from you in order to create a day walking army…" Mason summed up. Harley breathed uneasily at the thought, but pushed her personal feelings aside for the minute to focus on the conversation. She forced a small, but fake smile and then continued, "But that's not all we have to worry about…"

I quickly responded, "It's not that. I think lost someone." Lowan sat next to Noah and me. He placed his fiery card in the middle resembling a campfire. I noticed that the card had the roman numeral I on it and an image of a sorcerer of some sort. The flame kept us warm and made the area bright and less spooky. Noah placed his hand over my shoulder and asked, "Who is this someone?" "Before I fainted, I was in a battle with a Dalaketnon," I explained. "Wait. How did you fight the creature? You can't de-soul," pointed Lowan.

Blood ran down his arms in rivulets, and when he snarled at enemies his canines extended in a way that made something primitive in my brain respond with want instead of fear. Debbie walked behind us now instead of riding on my back, her small hands glowing that terrible white light as she turned attackers into ash without even blinking. I knew she’d already killed too many people for someone her age, but every enemy she destroyed was one less threat to my family, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty about letting her protect us. “How much farther?” Julian asked, reloading his gun for the fifth time since we’d entered the tunnels. “Has to be close,” Dominic replied, wiping blood from hi

They look like they're itching for a fight. "Ladies, what do you say we let the men do the dirty work?" I ask the bunnies. Dayan smiles and looks toward Jordan. "Let's take out the trash, guys," Jordan yells. We move back and let the men take over. After they all get some kicks and punches, Adam and Tye are unconscious. Dayan and Jordan finish the job, snapping their necks. Some of the other misfits take the two bodies into the forest. Those are two men that no one should miss.

Yet he kept laughing. Madness. Or loyalty. Neither was encouraging. Cassian pressed the blade harder. “Find something funny?” The man looked directly at me. Then smiled. “Too late.” The room quieted immediately. Darius stepped forward. “What does that mean?” The mercenary coughed blood onto the floor. “The truth is already spreading.” Nobody spoke. The man continued. “Outside packs know.” A cold feeling settled in my stomach. Not fear. Understanding. The ritual. The massacre.