Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

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.

I knew they’d been talking but from where I was sitting I couldn’t hear a thing. "Ya’ll about done, we’re probably three hours past our original flight time,” I said. Heath put his empty glass back on the tray. Daddy said, “yeah I’m done for today, it’s too damn hot.” Daddy took his glass and said, “thanks Heath, saved me from hiring somebody, I can finish this another day.” Heath said, “I can help you finish it when I bring Beth back.” “Or that works, I’ll be here,” he said, walking off.

To cut it short, this Damian of a man tortured me until I couldn't take it anymore. Last thing I rememberd was that everything went blank and dark. Damian P.O.V I was scared for the second time in my life. The first was when I watched my dad bleed out the last drop of his blood and my mum taken by the head with the spear of our enemy pack. The Bay pack. I reached close to her soft chest to listen to her heartbeat. The softness of her breasts got me but that was not important to me right now. With my super wolf hearing, I heard her heartbeat. They were quite irregular to be human.

She got up to go find Dwayne and tell him what her sister said. After the call ended, Luna Beatrice did not stay in the mansion. She put on a dark coat and went out into the cold night to meet someone secret. She walked deep into the woods of the Green Eyes pack where the trees were very thick and the shadows were long. She saw a man standing by a large rock near the edge of the territory. This was Frank, the hitman who did the dirty work for people with enough money. He was wearing dark clothes and he had a very cold look in his eyes that showed he did not care about anyone.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

Maybe then he would be drunk enough to do it. "He wants to, right Demitri?" Kyle asked, smiling. Demitri looked in his cup and started drinking more. After, he took a breath and looked at Becca. "Can't let Becky lose her dare streak." Demitri said and Becca rubbed her arms. Kendra smiled and stood up, pulling Becca to her feet while Demitri stood on his own. Kendra started leading the two to her bedroom. Demitri looked back at the guys and they both gave him two thumbs up. He felt like throwing up or passing out or a terrible combination of the two.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

He had to figure out when he could return to Valentia; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to keep paying his bills. As usual, Frank was overly confident in his security. He draped a towel over his face and leaned back, letting his weight rest against the seat. But as he sat there, he started to feel cold. He straightened up and removed the towel from his face, only to jump in fright. Marcus Bartz was sitting across from him. His face showed no expression; he simply stared at Frank. Dressed entirely in black, Marcus held a gun with a silencer attached. A chill ran down Frank’s spine as he realized Marcus could send him to the afterlife right then and there.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

He fled out of the club as if all the demons of hell were behind him. “You couldn’t let me have just one?” Sal grumbled at me, frowning. I grinned and slapped him on the back. “Spare your strength and your blade, Salvatore. We still need to visit our friend Frank.” *** Frank lived alone on a small farm outside Surrey. He’s never been married and lived a very private life. We arrived there and it struck me that everything was eerily quiet. There was no movement, and all the windows and doors were closed. “Seems like our boy Frank isn’t at home.” Sal said. “Maybe he skipped out on us. Twenty million is a lot, Boss. The temptation was too much.”