Dead By Daylight Comics Novels & Stories

"You noticed that?" Debby placed her hands on her hips. "Miss Thang, I have eyeballs and a N*****x subscription. I've seen every supernatural show. Y'all weren't even slick." Joseph rubbed a hand over his face, chuckling despite himself. "So... you're not freaked out?" Debby snorted. "Please. My bestie's dating a literal wolf daddy, her grandma's been howling at the moon, and the hot, broody barista might bite me. I am thriving. This is my villain origin story."

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Malakai The drive back from the abandoned Cathedral was dead silent. I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, my obsidian mask resting on the leather seat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of the city bleeding through the downpour. My hands were steady, but my mind was an absolute battlefield. Vesper. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, automatically rolling a cigarette between my fingers before bringing the flame to the tip. The acrid, burning smoke hit my lungs, harsh and heavy.

Jack, with his agility and strategic acumen, complemented the assault with swift and precise movements. In a moment of convergence, the Red Moon Pack warriors executed a final, decisive move that sealed Dylan's fate. With a synchronized strike, they incapacitated the vampire elder, rendering him defenseless against the impending judgment of his adversaries. As Dylan fell, defeated and no longer a threat, the battlefield fell into a tense silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the victorious pack members.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his

“This is beyond your hands, sweetheart.” I shut up. In a blur we were out of the house. It was even more horrific in daylight. Damien's truck had plowed into the driveway. I lay down on the back seat, woozy. The graveyard wailed and cursed us, and he cursed back, shooting the heads off the statues. The bartender wore chains of bullets under his leather jacket, burly arms moving like lightning as he drove with his knees and reloaded. The four-wheel drive plowed through skeletons, wheels studded with chains. A white and red wolf flanked us. He spoke to them in a bestial tongue. The werewolves chased Pallor away then doubled back, shifting to humans. “Tina,” Damien said lowly. He tos

Or like now, D would force players to become his slaves. I could see the rage in the live chat. The same people who were just defending D now turned their guns on him. I guessed that D had also awakened a passive skill. Maybe it was leadership, or maybe it was something to make the viewers forget that he was a scumbag. Outside, the storm raged. The rain falling on Aleena made her feel both itchy and painful. The scent of meat reached the monsters, and they quickly closed in. But Aleena wouldn't die.

I don’t care how much it would cost me. “What do you want?” I asked Helion. “I’m sure you are doing this for a reason. I don’t believe that you are doing this just because you are bored and you want to help.” He smirked. “You are smart. You didn’t go to school for nothing.” I sighed. “But first, tell me what are you exactly.” “Didn’t I already tell you? I am between life and death. I am not alive like how you humans are, but I am also not from the realm of the dead.”

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir