Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She slumped forward, and I let go of the organ. I nodded to Alexander, and then he set her body on fire. The flames turned purple, consuming her until not even her bones were left. No one was unkillable. Every person could die, and Cynthia was dead. “I guess this is goodbye?” I said to Daemon. “I intend on staying a bit, and don’t worry, I won’t go feeding on pack members.” “Or neighboring pack members.” “I can’t keep such promises.” “Daemon.” “Okay. No neighboring pack members either, but that’s all you’ll be requesting of me.”

My lips split and bruised, my bones twisted at unnatural angles. My breath hitches. A shudder racks through me, deep and uncontrollable. I’m not ready to die. Zalie suddenly stands in front of me, speaking urgently. I see her lips move, her expression twisted with distress, but my brain refuses to process the words. The sounds blur together, distant and distorted, like hearing through water. My pulse is a relentless drum in my ears, drowning everything else out. A hand—Lyla’s—grabs my arm and pushes me forward. My foot catches on something—something soft, something decaying.

"You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!" I cried out in despair, letting out a muffled groan through the thick fabric. Tears streamed down my face. I hated Dylan with every fiber of my being. I swore that I never wanted to see him again if there was an afterlife. The doorlock beeped. The countdown also reached zero. My consciousness faded. As I fell to the ground, the door was pushed open. Dylan walked in with a birthday cake in his hands, his voice light and cheery as he said, "See? I told you that you wouldn't die. You're still alive and kicking, aren't you? Happy b—"

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

Allie P.O.V. “Wakey wakey little bitch.” A whiny female voice says in my ear, while nails dig into my throat. I’m tied to a chair, and the female is nauseatingly close to me, her perfume almost making me gag. I recognize her voice immediately and Dawn growls in my head, but I chose to not let it show as I slowly ‘wake up’. Apparently it’s too slow for her, because she lets me go, only to douse me with cold water. I blink the water out of my eyes, lifting my head to see Lucy’s smug face smirking at me. “Well, well. How the tables have turned, huh.” She says victoriously, but I ignore the obvious jab. I instead search the room with my eyes and find a still unconscious Athale opposite me, also

she used to whisper while brushing my hair before bed. “You should’ve been acknowledged.” “You should’ve been Luna.” Always should’ve. Never are. Never yours. By the time I turned eighteen, I stopped dreaming about being accepted into Ironfang. I wanted them to choke on my existence instead. The fire crackled softly while Varek continued watching me from across the room. “You don’t sound worried,” he said. “I’m not.” “They can expose your mother now.” “My mother is dead.” “And Magnus isn’t.” That finally sharpened something ugly inside me.

Both saw their lives, which lived in each other, covered in blood. Before seeing each other, their pain was just limited to wounds, making the bones wrapped in flash peep out. But after looking at each other, bleeding in those wounds, felt like their lives are bleeding. The only thing remaining after the partition was now happening. Both were standing on the edge of giving up their materialistic bodies, and the pursuing true beauty of aeonian love. Even though they were pursuing the eternal path, this was something they never thought of. Both were in unbearable pain, not because of the foreign pieces embedded in their body, but because of the pain the other would be feeling due to them. The

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance. I watched him starve and get cold, I watched him cry and grow. A day in heaven is far more different than a day on earth. My armor was gone and same with my other powers, I will be like this for one month. A month equivalent to decade on earth. Day by day I started to understand why they want him dead. Sometimes I wish he will not wake up from his sleep and will be gone so that his sufferings will end. I saw him grow strong, there are days that I try to manifest as an old man giving him food or penny. There are days I pretend to be one of his classmate and hand him help. As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them,