Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My body feels cold. So cold. I tighten my weak grip around Draven. His breathing is shallow now. Too shallow. The bond flickers weakly between us. Like a dying flame. “Draven…” I whisper, though I’m not sure the sound even leaves my lips. His hand twitches weakly against mine. And I realize something that makes my heart shatter. We’re both dying. The bond pulses faintly between us. Two fading hearts. Two fading wolves. And everything slowly goes dark.

I growl, and he nods, but his eyes are shifty, like he’s weighing his options. Dante’s down again, wraiths piling on, and I dive in, shadows tearing them off. “Get up!” I yell, helping him stand, blood all over his face. “I’m trying, damn it,” he says, voice weak, and we fight back-to-back, my shadows and his slicing through wraiths like a storm. The fog’s thicker, whispering my worst fears—Raymond dying, me failing him—and I shake it off, focusing on his light, our bond keeping me sane. “You’re my anchor, sunshine,” I mutter, and he looks at me, eyes soft despite the pain, whispering, “I love you.” It’s like a knife, and I kiss him, hard and desperate, tasting blood and tears. “Love you too

"So, this is where you got married, huh? It's so pretty. Uncle Lucian promised to bring me to see the fireworks here in Feanland. He said these were your favorites. Such a shame you can't see them." I drew in a deep breath and said evenly, "That's fine." Then, I hung up, almost laughing at how I'd managed to make a fool of myself again. I removed the SIM card from my phone and tossed it into the trash. There was no going back now. … In Feanland, Lucian lasted only a week before growing restless. Revisiting the place felt emptier than he'd expected. Seven days felt like a year. Ryan tugged at his sleeve, his eyes wet. "Daddy, I kind of miss Mommy."

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha

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

Maybe I’m sitting calmly in the café reading a very unexciting book when I twitch once and fall face-first into my frappucino. DeadGirlWalking: I am done living in fear of what is inevitable. I need to feel alive again. SleepingBeast: You think me murdering you is going to make you feel alive? DeadGirlWalking: No, I think knowing that my day is coming soon will make life a lot more interesting until it does. And then when it finally does, I won’t have to think about it anymore at all. SleepingBeast: That’s dark. DeadGirlWalking: You’re homicide-for-hire and you’re calling me dark?

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

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.

My gaze falls to the ground, a sad smile lifting the corner of my lips, “Still… It’s the end. When I joined Umbra, it was as though it wasn’t going to end. The fight just went on and on, but finally, I can see the finish line; I can see light at the end of the tunnel. Dale promised to run away to Africa with me if I survive my fight with The Reaper, and I ask for your support. I ask that you help me end this. I want to put you to justice, and as long as the monster who killed you is still alive, I can’t live, and you can’t rest in peace.” I sigh deeply, “The big day is soon. Please watch me from wherever you are. I need your strength to survive this fight.” I pause for a while, then continue

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.