Dead By Daylight Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The second the cave mouth spat me into the forest, I stood up, wiped my face clean, and looked back at the darkness with a grin sharp enough to cut moonlight. Sleep well, blood sucker. In twenty-one days, Abby will be mine. In twenty-two, you’ll be ash and we will be gone from this realm. And no cure in the world can drag you out here to stop me.

I yelled again and they didn’t even turn to look at me. A scream fell out of my lips when I felt the pain she could have felt, but now she is dead and so is her baby, it felt like I should have fought for her. When Dante turned to look at me, the darkness in his eyes grew further and he inched closer to me, so did Damon, bowing in front of me What is going on?.

asked Ralf immediately, and Dayla frowned. “Sure, Daemon is my mate; he's not a bad man. He was just a confused person who was forced to be a party to a lot of things,” Dayla said. "I know who he is, I know what he's done, and we've already made passes at him about it. He left a lot of things behind and made sure we are safe. He's betraying the vampires for the greater good, so you're not going to want to make me question anything about my mate. I know who he is."

For Bryan his brother was his world, his universe, his family his safe place, and his home, if Bryan lost Aaron then he would loose everything. Whereas Dawn was mad, she had lost her rationality and her insanity was at its peak. She had no idea what she was doing or why she was here, all she knew was that her body was on autopilot mode and she was thirsty for some blood. Her hands were itching to get some blood on her hands. “Return me my brother right now!” Bryan said, summoned his weapon, and said, “or else… you are going to regret messing with us.” Jayden smirked and said, “it’s done or die now.” he raised his hand and snapped his fingers and behind him, many other vampires appeared as we

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

fallens are nothing but despicable creatures, always bringing pain. “Holy gods, Daya...” My brother’s worried, hushed tone reached my ears, his shirt-clad chest appearing right in front of my line of sight before everything suddenly went black. Raphael Letting the warm water clean all that dried, disgusting blood on my body, I slowly fluttered my eyelids closed, that single moment repeating itself over and over again in my head... Her brightly glowing eyes... All that blood... Those human limbs scattered everywhere... Such force... That pure, raw power...

Inch by inch, claw by claw, I carved my way up through the grave Darren thought would hold me. Above me, somewhere in the distance, I swore I could hear him laugh. And I swore I could also hear Lyra scream. “Get ready for me, Darren. Get ready for Damon Thornvale, because I promise you this—this will be your last night breathing. I will make sure of it.” This is the end for him. He dug a grave for you, Damon. Now dig one for him.

With one vicious movement, he tore the vampire's throat open, letting the blood that gushed out pour on his face and all over his body. The vampire's body twitched, then stilled and Ryker stood up, turning around to face Bryan and Aiden, now covered in blood. "That's five," he muttered. "I'm sure this is just the beginning, and how the f*ck… are they out in daylight?" "Well," Bryan chuckled, stepping over a corpse, "They have daylight rings."

~BARBARA~ Zayn is the devil. Zayn is the devil. I keep repeating it like a mantra as we’re blindfolded, taken from the basement, and loaded in the back of a vehicle. Deep in the dense, freezing wilderness, the van doors fly open. Under the cover of a pitch-black, midnight rain, Zayn’s men drag us out. The blindfolds are cut from our hollow eyes. “Where... where are we?” Daniel coughs, collapsing into the mud, clutching his filthy plaster cast. “Please... don't leave us here…”

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.