Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

we suddenly hear a knock on the door "I wonder who that could be, I'll go check it out" I walk to the front door and open it and to my surprise I see Frankie and Rita's other friend? _________we were all sited in the living room Davis walk in "What are you guys doing here?" He asked surprised "We want to help" Frankie said "No way!" I immediately declined "it's too dangerous, you girls aren't caught up for this" Frankie's friend speaks up "well, I'm half blood, I'm sure I can handle some vamps and werewolves"

If she would've listened, then none of this would've happened. "Thanks for the food, I'm starving." Frank grab one of the sausages, shoving it all into his mouth. "Mmmm" he closes his eyes as he chews the food. Freddy let out a low chuckle. "It looks like Lisa's mate beat you into starvation," Freddy says laughing at Frank. "How bout I come over there and beat you into dehydration." Frank glare over at Freddy, shoving another sausage into his mouth. Fred looks at his boys smiling. Last night gave him a scare. We thought Frank was dead, seeing him on the ground in his human form motionless.

“You can’t do this to me! Who the fuck do you think you are you bitch! We will kill you and your children!” Owen punches him in the gut causing him to gasp for air. At least he can’t speak anymore. Davina kneels down and places her hand over his heart. Her eyes change once more and Frank is crying out just as Macy had. He collapse to the ground and Davina stands, returning to my side. Frank looks up at us through tears. “You will be sorry. Alastor will kill you.” Dimitri places his hands on Franks head and he goes unconscious.

He headed back, the wedding decorations mocking him with their cheery glow. Adele took a deep breath, the drinks lined up and ready. Frank walked in, stopping dead in his tracks. “What a gorgeous bride,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. “Let’s have a drink, Frank. For us,” Adele said, handing him a flute. They clinked glasses and downed the contents. “Now, let’s go,” Frank said. The pack erupted in cheers, but Dylan lingered in the crowd, watching intently. Moments after the ceremony, Frank dropped dead. They tried everything to bring him back, but nothing worked. Adele played her part perfectly, sobbing and shaking.

It was like my body didn’t know how to process what it was seeing. The man I thought I killed, the reason I had been running. The reason Doom had stepped in to "save me." He was alive? And talking to my ex like they were old friends catching up at a bar? "What the hell is their connection?" I murmured to myself. I crouched, staying hidden behind one of the stone pillars as I listened. "I can’t wait for this drama to end." Frank said, stretching like someone on vacation. “Playing dead’s exhausting, I just hope doom called me here to put an end to all this."

The vampire pulled back with a loud shriek as if he were in pain. As he stumbles away from me, I notice that his jaw is scorched as though my skin had burned him. What’s happening? Did I do that? How? A sharp pain spreads through my body like wildfire. My vision swims and fades as the heat and fever become too much. I fall to my knees, clutching my mark. Frank’s eyes meet mine. I watch as the pain he feels from seeing me hurt turns him feral. He breaks free from the leader and lunges at the guy who bit me. He rips his arm off and tosses it aside before tearing him apart. Blood spatters everywhere. The last vampire chose to run away. Frank stands over the bloody battlefield, barely out of bre

This wasn't going to be good. Right on cue, Franklin appeared with his men from the opposite end. He was tall, greying, and wore an expensive smirk. “Dominic,” he greeted. “Still alive, I see.” “Unfortunately for you,” Dominic replied evenly. Shit. They exchanged a brief handshake before moving away. Then an exchange of boxes of sealed good for cash began. But Franklin’s eyes were too still, and he was still putting on that smirk. I noticed it too late before the first shot cracked through the air. Then another.

There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly. My mouth hung open at the spectacle. It was even worse than what I imagined Dante's Inferno to be. I must have not made it. I didn't even remember dying. I didn't even remember being in pain. My mouth worked at the word, until it came out in a hoarse whisper. "Hell." Someone released my arms. I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. "Yes," Remi said at my elbow. "Am I dead?" He reached out and turned my face towards him with one hand. He forced me to make eye contact with him. Seeing his face pulled me out of my shock a little. That deep set anger started to flare up.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.