Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot. "Whose photos are you looking at?"

Her confidence was nowhere near Sally's or Meryl's earlier, but she still forced herself to stay composed, lifting her chin as she looked at me suspiciously. "Adam, you're only this confident because you have that video as evidence. What if it's fake? Deepfakes are getting more convincing nowadays. It's not impossible that you fabricated it to frame Jackson." The reason she said that was that the footage I had played in the auditorium today was a surveillance recording. That day, the security camera installed on the building opposite the faculty building had captured the entire scene. It proved that I had only tried to save Jackson and never once intended to harm him. After he climbed onto t

Scream and scream until the walls fell down around him, like a house unboxing himself, and then he could run into the night and exact his own revenge. “You feel it, too,” she whispered, and for a moment the room became a jungle, became a forest, became a desert. It was a place where the only thing that mattered was that instinct to hunt, that need to feed, and she wanted to drop to all fours and race off after The Wolf. “I’d tear his throat apart with my teeth,” she said and the jungle/forest/desert room shivered in with steam and hunger and that primal need to kill. Then she blinked, and the officer was leaning back in his chair again. A plain man. An ordinary human with small canines and b

“I’ll find out. Dina will crack. And if she doesn’t on her own, I’ll be the one doing the cracking.” The same sense of anxiety that hit me last night comes back. Something is going on with the Ley line. My asshole brother and father are determined to make mainstream life hell for vampires. Someone is threatening the people Lucas works with. And now vampire bounty hunters are after me. “Were you able to talk to that vender?” I force myself to take a slow breath. “Yes, and he was held spellbound and has no memory of who actually threatened him.” “Well, that makes this all the more fun.”

My body convulsed in pain, but no sound came out—my mouth was stuffed with a rag. In the corner of the frame, Roger stood watching. He wore a thick down jacket, arms crossed, smiling as he observed everything. "Is this fake too?" Casey's voice was soft, but it carried a crushing force. My father stared at another screen. It showed a confinement-like room in the correctional facility. I was lying on the ground, one leg bent at an unnatural angle—clearly broken. Several people surrounded me, kicking and beating me. My ribs were caved in.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Frank knew him but there was nothing he could do. Why did he slaughter him? Frank thought to himself. Frank could tell there was danger but he couldn’t do anything. “This is just the beginning of everything. I will make sure to make Damon pay for what he has done to me. You will not be found. No one will ever find you,” the man tells Frank. Frank breath his last break before giving up. His eyes were still open and the man made no attempt to cover them for him. Instead he burned Frank body. “After years, I will make sure Damon pays for everything. This is just the beginning,” the man said as he watched Frank body burn to ashes.

Only then did she realize that Frank was peeking at the door. "Hey ...." Kara closed the door behind her back and rubbed Frank's arm. "How are you? Any better?" "They’re asleep?" Frank whispered softly. Kara had never seen his face that tired. "Yes." Kara managed a smile. Suddenly, Frank hugged her. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath. Only Kara's scent could calm him now. "This is one of the darkest days of my life. Just like the day my father died." Kara rubbed his back. "It's been a hard day. You must be very tired. Why don't you sleep too?"

I slowly wrap my hand around the hilt of the knife strapped to my back. "She is reaching for her knife!" One of the assassins behind me yells. I recognize his voice. His name is Frank, and he is the absolute worst assassin that Faris put on his payroll. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I yell as I turn and throw the knife in his direction. It sticks out of his chest, and he stumbles back against the wall. "This is why no one likes you," I mumble. "She just killed Frank," one of the other men says.

"You can go ahead and try setting that fire if you dare, you wretched woman!" Draco, who had been lying inside the coffin, suddenly shot up and yelled at me with a savage expression. He had a face that resembled something out of a horror story, so much so that it was enough to make anyone's legs give out. Those present froze instantly, staring at him in absolute horror. It was then that someone finally broke down and yelled, "Draco has come back to life! He has risen from the dead!"