Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Daylan hissed. Ameerah took a picture of him, drew nearer to him as her gun trailed his body. " I have always wanted you daylan" her voice was soft as the trailed his nipples with the edge of the gun, " dreamt of you every night" the gun found its way to his well toned belly..... " I watched you fucked Faye and I wish it was me" she drew the trail towards his member. Daylan stood there starring at nothing, not moving one bit...... Anger surged through him as he kept it in check, he thought of holding ammerah snapping her head off her neck but he is not ready to die yet.

Everything intensifies. I was just given VIP access into the deepest parts of Daya’s mind, body, and soul. I see flashes of memories from her childhood. Daya is playing with her sisters when they were young. Her parents are holding each other while her mother is sick. Daya’s mother is telling her to be strong and brave. Her father is sending Daya and her sisters away; all five of them are crying. Daya meets Sage. Daya gets her wolf and has her first shift. I see her first time in battle; her first time taking a life. All of it. I see all of her. And I realize that she is seeing all of me too.

His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil. As the darkness closed in around me, I realized that I was at the mercy of a monster, and my life was slipping away with each passing moment. "A second chance, please... that's all I ask," I whispered, my voice barely audible as my life force ebbed away. I prayed fervently, hoping against hope that fate would grant me a reprieve, a chance to be reborn and start anew. As I closed my eyes, surrendering to the darkness, I felt my racing heartbeat slow to a faint flutter. My vision blurred, but I could still see Kelvin's malevolent gaze, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched me succumb

His jet-black hair was combed neatly and his green eye sparkled in amusement courtesy of the late morning sun that bathed us. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him trying to focus on Dayton. Dayton on the other hand wasn’t as exuberant as Damon. His face was straight, brooding, his brows furrowed as he stared at me. He didn’t look very good. It was one that I’d gone through after Rachel had died. “Hey, Dayton,” I greeted softly. “How are you holding up?” Dayton sighed as he folded his arms. He was standing at the entrance of his pack with Damon who was beside him, a smug smile on his face. He wouldn’t understand what it was like to lose someone whom he cherished. He was just too full of himself.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

She needed not to look back to know who it was. “Let us live through this, Dylan… for our selfish desire, for the people who are leaning on us, for our child, and for the future… let us not die this time, yeah?” ‘Let us not die,’ Dylan echoed in their mind link. Diana did not get time to reply when a flare shattered the calm darkness of the southern part of the Crescent Pack—it was the direction of the Blood Claws Pack! “!!!” ‘What happened?’ Diana immediately mind-linked to Sally.

Chastity, her Lycan instincts honed by centuries of survival, met Dylan's malevolence with a grace that belied her deadly prowess. Dylan, an embodiment of vampiric supremacy, unleashed waves of dark energy, attempting to ensnare Chastity in ethereal tendrils that danced with malevolent intent. Chastity, agile and resilient, deftly navigated the onslaught, her movements a dance of evasion and counterattack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to their clash, a convergence of ancient adversaries in the cosmic tapestry of destiny.

“The packhouse is full of painful reminders of Ian’s absence for Darby. Even shallow as I am, I get that. You can’t expect her to stay there. Saisons is the closest alternative that accommodates her metal allergy.” “Yeah, I know.” “She wants to go back to her grove.” It’s clear from his tone Jack’s as frustrated and worried as I am. He points towards the door Darby just closed between us. “Would you rather I allow that? That she sleep on the ground out in the open? In the very place she was kidnapped out of Candlewood? Only now it’s a two for one deal for the damn vamps. Not only would they get his mate, they’d get the unborn child of their hated rival too.”

She was impatiently waiting for that moment to arrive again. With an animalistic growl, Dabria dug her fangs in Zaric's neck. She pulled her fangs out and started gulping Zaric's blood. After a few gulps, she felt satisfied. Dabria licked the wound on Zaric's neck until it was completely sealed. Without any warning, Zaric pushed himself all the way into Dabria. Her womanhood clenched as Zaric pushed his manhood deep inside her. Dabria arched her back while gasping loudly in pleasure. Zaric was licking Dabria's face with so much love, she couldn't resist but wrapped her arms around him and engulfed him in her warmth. As Zaric was with her, her heart was still beating. Whenever she was around

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.