Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

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

He pulled away from her, wrapping her cheeks in a reassuring smile "We weren't hurt, and that's the best of it," she said comfortably, but she declined to look at him and her pupils dilated as Darkle stood behind her Mate . While her wolf panicked and ran quickly intending to protect them, but Darkel pushed Zayn violently to the ground To shock the meaning, he lost it, he died! Or at least passed out, and his shock made him paralyze "Ardena" Zayn shouted as he grabbed her tightly and put a sharp dagger on her neck, holding her breath in fear.

That's all I could do. Caden chuckled, a low, humorless sound. He stopped a few feet from me, close enough that I could feel the cold power coming off him. "Oh, I think you do. Do you really want to play this game? Because I have a video. A very clear video, Maeve. Of 'Eve' dancing at the Eclipse Club." My stomach dropped to my feet. A video. Security footage. Of course. How else would he know? I felt sick.

I studied him, but his expression was blank as he tugged at his collar and walked to Frank. Frank swept back his long greasy hair and dropped the teeth, causing his pale face to transform into something monstrous. Frank's choice of clothing bordered on the sado-masochistic. He loved his leather chaps and straps and enjoyed exposing his narrow, scrawny chest. He wasn't the cleanest Vampire in the world, and I never allowed him to put his hands on me. Paul seemed relaxed as he offered his neck. Frank's eyes rolled up in his head as he bit down on the pulse in Paul's neck.

Even though she wore a mask, he could still sense her confidence and charm in that moment. Frank, with his unconventional hairstyle, was unusually serious. He assumed a determined stance, showing no mercy. Soon, the match was reaching its climax. There were only a few players left on the field. Frank crouched in the bushes, his gun aimed attentively at Seven, who was using a health pack. "Bang!" A fatal shot. No brothers on the battlefield. "Sorry about that," Frank muttered. Holding his gun, he looked at the pile of items scattered beside Seven's lifeless body. Sneakily, he crouched and crept toward it, ready to gather the supplies. Suddenly, he heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle.

The sight of the older Daly brothers made Casey uncomfortable as he bared his fangs and snarled upon arriving to see them attempt to attack a very distracted and lust-crazed Rick while he'd been naked and pumping his cock in and out of the moaning interloper in heat. Lewis Daly seemed to be anticipating Casey's arrival as he swiftly turned his attention to him and drew his claws while showing off his impressive fangs. Casey had not been of the mind to back down, he had been of the mind to protect Rick and it showed. Brody smirked as he noted Rick's inability to stop pumping his cock into Maddox and attempted to attack him only for Rick to promptly pull out of the whimpering blond lad and gri

Kellan looked at the coffin. “How?” Nobody answered. Because nobody knew. Victor stepped forward. He looked at Morrha's body. Then fired. Once. Twice. Again. The shots echoed. When the gunfire stopped, everyone waited. Nothing. No damage. No reaction. The body remained, exactly as it had been. Sleeping. Untouched. Victor lowered the weapon. For a moment, he simply looked at her. Then he approached. Kellan watched carefully. “Victor.” He ignored him. His hand reached forward.

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

“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

“Not at all.” Zachary’s expression softened slightly. “Alright, at least you have some conscience.” Frank grinned mischievously. “I’m here to see you. I want to know what kind of miserable end you’ll meet. As a friend, I have to come to collect your remains.” Zachary could no longer tolerate it. “Want to spar?” “Sure.” Frank turned and knocked on the door, saying to Zachary, “I need to inform my wife.” Zachary coldly scoffed, “What a show off.”