Dead By Daylight Frank Novels & Stories

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

And for a split second, the frost on her face melted into a faint smile. Jayson saw it clearly. His expression didn't change. Neither joy nor sorrow stirred in his eyes. Just then, Edward came over and asked, "Mr. Larkin, do you want to give Ms. Walker a ride? She doesn't look like she's doing great today." "No need," Jayson said coolly, not at all interested in any courtesy ride for the ex-wife. He glanced down at his right arm. The pain had been relentless, seeping through nerves and bone and radiating to every corner of his body. It was impossible to ignore.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

His breathing grew uneven. “…give me time.” “I can get her to the forest.” “…just send more men.” Daniela’s legs almost gave out beneath her. The forest. Again. The same place where death had wrapped its fingers around her throat. The same place where she had died. Frank scrubbed both hands over his face. In that moment, he looked years older. “…I understand.” His voice had become hollow. “If I fail…” He swallowed painfully. “…you’ll kill him.”

They both nodded frantically and ran back toward the parking lot to get their cars. I got behind the wheel and started the engine with shaking hands. As I began to drive away, I glanced across the road one more time. Just one last look to make sure everything had gone according to plan. Frank was lying on the ground in a spreading pool of his own blood. Dark red blood seeping out onto the grey pavement. Imelda was on her knees beside him, screaming hysterically. His best man Dale had appeared from somewhere and was on his phone, probably calling an ambulance.

She opened the box and saw a DVD cover. She pulled it out and read the title. 'Together' On the cover, an image of a familiar looking man along with a boy who also looked awfully familiar. She couldn't really put her finger on who it was. She looked at the back of the cover and read the information. "Benjamin Frost?" she whispered to herself in shock. She thought she heard a door open. So she put away the DVD cover and placed the box back in its place. She walked out the room to see the master bedroom door being closed. She walked into the room and found Damien sitting on the bed. She sat beside him and held his hand.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

She would rival Meghan, she thought wryly. Demis was absent from the dinner table. “He’s resting in bed,” Francine explained. “There has been too much excitement for one day.” Meghan, brilliant as a butterfly in emerald lace, laughed thinly. “Excitement? Here on this godforsaken rock? You’ve got to be joking!” “This is a difficult time for all of us,” Francine murmured. “He’s dying but I might as well be dead too,” Meghan complained bitterly. “I absolutely hate this place.”