Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“He had his eyes and hands on my waitress. Why would he set his eyes on my things? And guess what? She warned him. Fearless as he was, he went ahead and still continued his adventure. I took him out in mere two days of good poisoning. In his grave, he'll remember to keep his hands in check forever.” “When are you going to face the Bratva?” Dmitri asked unconcerned by the Damien’s explanation. Having Grandpa Yuri gone wasn't a bad thing. That guy was so old yet so perverted. He could have actually be the image of pedophile if care wasn't taken. “I'll face them when I want to.” Damien said as he puffed out smoke. “When you want to? Dalia would be coming for the burial soon.” Dmitri gave Damien

Again. I say his name again. I say it against his mouth. I say it against the hollow of his throat. I say it until it stops being a name and becomes something else, something that belongs to this room and this night and the two of us moving together on the iron bed with the notebook on the desk and the dead brother's watch catching the lamplight and the olive groves silent beyond the shuttered window.

We are traversing the ancient thermal veins of the continent, a network long abandoned by both wolves and syndicates alike. Daryl's hand remains firmly locked in mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of my knuckles as we walk, a silent reminder of the terrifying brush with death we only just survived. The rhythmic pulse of our soul-tether hums between us like a comforting melody, washing away the lingering shadows of Leah's betrayal and the horrific sight of the Phantom Rot.

I tried to yell, but the words came out muffled and weak. My vision blurred as the toxins took effect. My head grew heavy, my limbs numb. The room spun around me, and I felt myself sinking, my struggles growing weaker by the second. The last thing I heard was the faint laughter of one of the men as darkness swallowed me whole. ___ Diane's POV

Zayn quickly advanced, intending to help her, and before Darkel intervened, gloating, intending to cut off his son's path, but saw his Mate thrown away and groaned in pain, so that Darkel fell with her automatically. " You weak one, you're taking advantage of me being unable to transform," she screamed, forced to run, and this time she was the one who got on top of her, putting both hands on her neck, suffocating her as hard as she could. Darkel wanted to intervene if he hadn't stopped breathing as well!! Zayn widened his pupils watching his very angry girlfriend " Shit she looks hot and she's angry" Mars flirts, and Zayn secretly agrees

"For a second there I genuinely thought you were a vampire." Caelith stared at him. "That was your first thought." "I had several thoughts. That was the most coherent one available at the time." Zara made that sound again. The one that lived in the same postcode as a laugh without ever quite being one. Caelith pressed her hand over her face. And for the first time since the beach house, something in the room felt almost light. ______ From tomorrow it's a chapter daily with the exception of Sunday which no updates still appears.

It should be easy enough to go over the high walls, Draven and I had always climbed over Vantheir's walls. My heart suddenly tumbled to my stomach, plagued by the emptiness that struck me. Goddess, it still hit me like a shock that Draven was dead. Was there any sort of redemption for Lyra? She had murdered my father and now my best friend. Her obsession with power was going to be her downfall, that I was sure of. I arrived at Darkmoon the next night and tied my horse to a tree. I wasn't sure I was ever going to need the beautiful creature once again but still, anything could happen. By this time, I needed to convince Nyari and head back to Alruin and the others.

The darkness was addictive and comforting to his soul. He moved his feet to the music in his head. A song that commemorated his loss. The truth is his pain only he understood it. Which meant that there was no one coming to save him from his pain. The timeless dance came to an end. Daylen broke free from Syvan, feeling the need to take a walk. "I will be back," he said. Without waiting for anyone to question him. He strode off. His mind was clouded with dark thoughts. Daylen followed the path down the lake. Trekking close to the water but not too close for it to touch him. He clenched and unclenched his hands trying to keep the monster at bay. To maintain some form of control and sanity.

“Fuck the gods and their damn games. I’m not here for their amusement. I almost had this child without you! I could have lost you forever.” “I guess we know why your mate bond to Allissa snapped,” Dayanara said innocently, but I felt Darren’s muscles vibrate in anger. “What was that? Whose mate?!” Darren lifted his gaze to reveal dark eyes that were ready to kill. His canines bared as his lips curled back.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney