Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

At a time like this, Alex didn’t have the heart to push her away. However, the three were in a very uncomfortable position right now. A few minutes later, Daya calmed herself down and stared into his eyes. “If you didn’t come back, I would’ve been raped. I would have no choice but to choose death then. If that were to happen, would you still remember me?” Alex replied, “Don’t overthink.” Daya shook her head. “I’m not overthinking. I just feel like we really are the living embodiment of the saying ‘right person wrong time’.”

The undying urge to once again see him taunted me through the night,his sprinting back constantly appears within my dreams. Settling for an all black dress,I appear ready to hit the woods execpt sneaking past the guards may cost some time. Location:Red blood pack Damien's POV. Hastily hopping down my bed,I inhumanly superspeed towards the restroom, immediately commencing my morning hygiene. Her curvy body granted me sleepless nights,her strawberry and vanilla alluring stinch makes Ryder go crazy,the undying urge to see her consumes my life and I believe passing through a day without her signifies death.

"Turns out it is true what they say, a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Daemon was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Vladya waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Vlad," Daemon repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here,” Vladya said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Daemonikai sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

(GAME AND TWO) “WELL THEN, WE HAVE A DEAL.” Drag and currently in trap within the other loop of the world where the other shard and the very beginning of their book started to spin. Daniela is now standing under the bright full moon that is familiar to her. Looking at the dreadful scene and the bloody howl of the night, it all goes like this. “WILL YOU JUST DIE?” With pure horror and worse than any other tragedy that anyone could ever experience. The trembling little girl that’s down unto the dirt and grasses are all in wide eyes upon witnessing firsthand the death and fall of her loved ones.

Alexander Pov I started walking with a huge pain in My Heart into the Jungle. Even though The Mysterious Event has kept me in thoughts, still the thought of Darcy and how badly I was betrayed ia Killing me. Like any other Victim, I too don't want to think about Things that gives me but I Am not able to Control My Thoughts. It is as if My Mind is not even in My Control. There is something that is craving to Kill Darcy. Recently the craving has increased to an another level. Don't know why I don't feel Good. I feel Restless and something in me is asking me to go in search of Susparia. That One girl who was in extreme Pain and was troubled. I kept receiving same Kind of hints asking me to go to

DAWN’S POV Author's warning: The next two chapters contain a descriptive sex scene. If you are comfortable with explicit content, please proceed. If not, read at your own risk. I squatted in the middle of my room, stroking my young son's face as he wept. "Come on now, honey, it's time for you to go to bed in your own room." "I can't sleep alone," Waylen cried, his face crumpling in distress. "I have nightmares!"

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DAMON Point of View I trudged back to my chambers, feeling defeated. Tyla's rejection still stung, and I couldn't stop feeling like I'd blown my chance with her. I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she just give me a chance? I knew I'd messed up in the past, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. As I lay there, my eyelids began to droop. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting sleep take control of me. But my rest was fitful. I dreamed of Annie, my former mate. We were standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. She was smiling at me, her eyes shining with love. I reached out to her, but she slipped away,

When I admitted my feelings for Diara, anger flickered behind her eyes before she masked it with sympathy. I needed to leave, go for a run. I left Daphne alone and went for a much-needed run. My wolf surged forward, desperate to come out. The shift was painful but exhilarating as I howled at the moon. I would bring Diara back, or die trying, I vowed. I wouldn't rest until I made it right. Diara's POV

Abby POV Is this really happening to me... Again? I feel like my entire body has been crushed. All I can see is black. I can hear Damien; I can't make out was he's saying. "Yara, are you there?" Yara replies, "She really fucked us up this time, girl. I have my work cut out for me this time. It's more than and two-day thing, for sure. Damien is telling Dina he will never have you... even on our worst day." I smiled to myself, "That man loves us a lot, doesn't he?" She smiles, "Girl, you know he does."