Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

I say softly, still smiling as I watch him be all bashful. “Oh, that wouldn’t have been creepy at all,” he says, rolling his eyes and then returning his gaze to me, making me laugh. “Hi, my name is Frank, I’m your childhood best friend’s mafia lackey, training to be his hitman! I read the private emails you send to him, I think you’re cool!” “Awww,” I say, laughing again, “teenage Frankie sounds so friendly.” “No, he was shy,” Frank says with a short laugh and a long sigh. “But…big fan of yours. And then the reality of you, when we found out it was you that Christian brought home from that club?”

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

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 drove towards the den and took another dirt road that was bumpier but would get them there faster. The smoke billowing from the den was thick and black. Frank stopped the Navigator behind the other cars parked there and jumped out, almost tripping over his own feet. “Garrick!” Malachi shouted. The front door had been blown off its hinges and lay a few feet away from the den. He ran to the first body he saw and turned him over. It was Gary Johnson and he was dead. “Spread out, find everyone!” Malachi shouted to Carl and Frank. Malachi slowly got up after closing Gary’s eyes. He heard a cough coming from the trees on his right and he rushed towards the sound.

"Not these days. They even have places where you can watch all the action." Abraham wrinkled his nose but didn't comment. "Our blood and a sacrifice. It'll have to do. I want to know if we can get that demon on our side. Only the dead will know, so we have to ask 'em." The men looked at each other, cold chills forming in their guts and filling their bones. They didn't hear Thomas tiptoe away, his face as white as the consumptive moon. ---

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir

Then I realized that I hadn’t killed in cold blood but in defense of my pack and I would do it again when necessary. Kolt came and pressed himself to my side so that I would move away from the battlefield. ‘Are you okay?’ Frankie’s voice came through the mind link. ‘Yeah, I killed someone tonight and assisted in killing two others.’ ‘Were you hurt?’ ‘My leg was bitten, but it seems alright.’ ‘You pissed me off when you wouldn’t go to the bunker.’ ‘I know, but I won’t apologize. I did the right thing for our people.’ ‘I know. You belonged out here. Still doesn’t mean I liked it. But I can see you belong with me fighting for our people.’ Kolt licked my face. ‘Eww Frankie don’t do that, I am co

Then carefully she moved the piano forward and slipped behind it. Figuring it was the safest place to be in the room, Alyssa waited and prayed for it all to be over. Frank’s voice rang out raw and angry, “You are fucking morons. Kill them!” This was followed by thumping and a gunshot. For a moment Alyssa was right back where this had all started, watching Frank brutally murder that poor man. Only it was no longer a stranger; it was Scott sitting there lifeless with a knife wound from ear to ear. It was Scott’s blood pouring down his front and spilling onto the floor.

Frank yelled angrily, shaking his head as he walked towards Zane. But after he raised Zane to his feet, Deborah pressed the trigger, firing five rolls of bullets into his body. "Deborah, what the fuck have you done?!" Frank screamed, as Zane collapsed onto him, and he hugged him from collapsing to the floor.

Fearful faces glance up at me, each one under the watchful eye of at least one of Luca's, Mitchel's, or Drake's men, their imposing figures a constant reminder of the tension in the air. As I step into the seventh room, I unexpectedly encounter Drake. His playful smile dances at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the unease surrounding us. He leans casually against the doorframe. "Still alive?" he teases, his tone light yet loaded with an undercurrent of seriousness as he observes my determined stride through the dimly lit hallway. He's stood next to Franko's dead body, five bullets to the head by the looks of it. "Not trustworthy," he notes.