Dead By Daylight: Stranger Things Chapter Novels & Stories

he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But now?" I asked, looking down at the broken pendant in my hand. Richard took a deep breath. "Now, we must confront it together." Suddenly, a chilling wind blew, making the trees around us shiver. A dark figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the faint moonlight. The stranger's eyes glowed a sinister red, contrasting starkly with Damian's familiar blue gaze. "Confronting the past won't be as easy as you think," the stranger hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

As they ventured further, the whispers in the night guided them toward the heart of the subterranean realm. The climax of this chapter unfolded as they reached a cavern bathed in a soft, luminescent glow. The symbols on the walls, familiar yet ethereal, seemed to resonate with the cosmic energy that permeated the chamber. In the center of the cavern lay a pool, its surface reflecting the intertwined destinies that converged within the depths of Sterling Manor.

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

It’s so quiet and comfortable, I’m close to drifting off when someone clearing their throat wakes me. Or rather, Dayne springing to his feet and my back hitting the ground jerks me awake. I’m ready to unload on him about dumping me to the ground like that, only I don’t get a chance because I can see that he’s distracted. Dayne’s eyes have gone wolf, and he’s snarling as he stalks over to a guy—a stranger—who looks like he’s just stepped out of the forest and onto the clearing. I notice three things about our stranger. He’s a shifter, he’s naked, and he’s not entirely unattractive. Also, Dayne looks ready to kill him.

Shaking. But alive. Daemon was gone. But his words weren’t. And neither was the knowledge he left behind. This wasn’t the end. Only the beginning of the next war. End of Chapter 99

"No, I…I don't want to leave." His eyes widened. He placed his hands around my shoulders, his grasp tight, desperate. "GO BACK. NOW!" And then he pushed me. I screamed as I staggered back, tumbling and tumbling and tumbling through space, through time, through existence…. — I slammed down hard. My eyes snapped open, struggling for air, my lungs burning. Then I heard fair coices. "She’s alive…" "Quick, she is alive! Quickly come—!" They faded away and darkness closed in on me once more. My lids dropped low. My body was too drained, too battered. This time, when the darkness came, I did not catch sight of my family again.

I said. I didn’t think we’d get here, this had been one of my numerous options for destroying Charles, but I was going to give him time and explore other options before I bring out the big guns, since he refused to cooperate, and since Vivienne wasn’t looking like a sure deal anymore, I have decided to go darker. I was going to make Charles pay. And I was going to start with who he loves the most in the world - his son. And as for Rebecca and Polly, well, let’s just say there are both my little wild cards that I’ve saved for years. Time to bring them into the game.

Her breath caught. It had been a long time. Too long. And it shouldn’t be this. Not to the sound of a stranger’s voice. Not to someone she hadn’t spoken to. Not to someone she couldn’t trust. But her body didn’t care about any of that. When she came, it was quiet. Shallow. Shameful. The kind that left a sting behind her eyelids. She didn’t sleep again. The next day was warm. The kind of dry heat that stuck to the skin and made clothes feel too tight.

All the memories of that night were so vivid to her. September twenty two, it’s Jack birthday. She was preparing for her dinner when Jack arrived at her boarding house. He was under the influence of alcohol. As soon as she opened the door and Jack came in. He held her waist and kissed her. “ You are waiting for this, isn’t it Khlea” he whispered as he kissed her lips. Khlea’s eyes widened from that kiss. It was rough and painful. Her lips almost swelled as he kissed her rudely. When he got bored, he carelessly threw her in the bed and without thinking twice ran into her. He grabbed her polo she was wearing and forced to open it. The hole in her clothes fell apart and the man put his hands on