Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

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.

Brushing my hand in my hair I crackled, “Frank, do you want me to remind you about the quality of glass my sports car has? Fucking stop forgetting and undo your seat belts.” “Oh fuck, my bad.” We undid our seat belts and stormed out of the car, without wasting any second I started firing at the tattoo guys. Erick was good with killing in bulk, and I enjoy doing solo, each one of my offenders receives a threatening death. After taking the headshot of the last guy, I looked around. The light of lampposts started hitching, the road smelled of funky blood and dead bodies. Getting curious, I walked to one of the drains where the smell was coming from.

"Sorry man, I thought it would help." "It did...I at least know now that she's going to be safe from Dominic." "I'll make sure he follows through with that, okay..." "Yeah, thanks." 🙣⚜🙡 Frank came home to find Dean out in the cabana with Mark sipping on beers and smoking cigarettes. He frowned in disapproval as Mark hurriedly hid his but Dean just expelled a cloud of smoke with the cock-sure attitude that came with the fact he wasn't going to be told what to do.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

"So, this is where you got married, huh? It's so pretty. Uncle Lucian promised to bring me to see the fireworks here in Feanland. He said these were your favorites. Such a shame you can't see them." I drew in a deep breath and said evenly, "That's fine." Then, I hung up, almost laughing at how I'd managed to make a fool of myself again. I removed the SIM card from my phone and tossed it into the trash. There was no going back now. … In Feanland, Lucian lasted only a week before growing restless. Revisiting the place felt emptier than he'd expected. Seven days felt like a year. Ryan tugged at his sleeve, his eyes wet. "Daddy, I kind of miss Mommy."

He fired a single shot, ending it instantly. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for injuries. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “Yeah. Thanks.” “Don’t stop. Keep moving,” he said, his hand brushing against my arm as he guided me forward. --- By the time we made it out of the warehouse, the sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and red. We were battered, bruised, but alive. Ethan’s team had managed to hold off the infected long enough for us to escape, but the close call left me shaken.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

the other male vampire says, slumping to the ground. “You’re just now figuring that out?” the old vampire retorts. He’s dressed in all black, and his dark hair is effortlessly swept back. I’d be blind not to see the beauty of this lifeless man standing in front of me. “And a powerful one at that. You’re lucky, Adam. She could have killed you.”