Dead By Daylight: Stranger Things Chapter Novels & Stories

I also have the urge now to see him again. Bruises or not, I still want to see him... That stranger. ~ It was already dark when I made my way home. The sun was already setting as I do so. Streetlights are already on and guide the other passersby like me. I mostly enjoyed walking around the streets of my neighborhood on my way home from school but now, my appreciation of the view was out of my vision when my eyes zeroed on a certain someone standing by the pavement. He seems to be waiting for me by the entrance of the neighborhood where we are living, leaning on one of the street posts, facing me.

** Bonus Chapters!! Happy Holidays!! Thank you for your support! (^v^) ** Chloe was at the top of the empire state building. The wind was cold and biting, as she looked in the people finder. She moved it around until she saw what looked like three dead faceless bodies. She blinked, and the viewfinder turned off, turning a dark red color. She looked around and saw Mrs. Davis, but she looked like the before pictures and was pointing down at something.

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

While his attention was on Elijah, she charged again, this time aiming for the glowing shard embedded in his chest—the source of his power. Her blade connected, and the stranger let out a scream, his form flickering. The barrier shattered, and Elijah burst through, his claws aimed directly at the stranger’s throat. But before he could strike, the stranger disappeared in a flash of light, leaving behind only a chilling echo of his laugh. Annabel and Elijah stood together, their breaths heavy. “What now?” Elijah asked, his voice raw. Annabel looked at the spot where the stranger had vanished, her heart sinking. The ground beneath them began to glow, a massive symbol burning into the earth. A v

Chapter 2: His Revelation Ember Corbin I watched the stranger bringing out something from beneath his suit. My eyes grew wide in shock seeing the black metal visible under the small blinking street light above us. The stranger pointed the revolver at the group of men, startling them. He spoke up in a tone that sent shivers to my spine, "One step forward, I will press the trigger. One step backward, I will rethink my decision of pressing the trigger. The choice is yours." When the men were thinking about what to do, the stranger further added, "Hurry up. My fingers are itching."

I was hearing odd chants around my axis now and soon I got a peek at the people that were making the chants. They looked like elder werewolves as I saw grey hairs but then they were all clothed in black— from head to toe. I thought that was strange until I paid attention to the contents of their chant. “The Tenth hour is almost upon us.” “Make way for the light that comes with just cause.” “And prepare her vessel who lingers among us.” They were chanting these lines repeatedly and soon, Stranger Things happened. With their chants, the wind seemed to be calming down, and seconds later, I could see the strange group properly.

the man gargled, terror bleeding from his eyes as the stranger loomed over him like the Grim Reaper. The figure didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Just hoisted the guy off the ground with one stupidly casual hand—one hand!—and began squeezing his throat in an eerie mirror of what the drunk had done to me. I stood petrified, glued to the pavement, watching the whole scene unravel while my brain spun in circles. Who was this phantom? And why in the name of all that’s strange would they go full vigilante for a complete stranger at this ungodly hour? • • •

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

he asked politely. The stranger face him. It wasn't a stranger at all, in fact it was Ashleigh. "Ash? What are you doing here?" She threw herself into his arms and he hugged her back, slightly confused. They stood there for a while, under the low light, nothing but the sound of heavy pitters and patters around them. Damien was getting worried. He wondered what happened. Why his girlfriend was soaked from head to toe. He wondered why but he didn't ask. When she broke the hug finally, he led her inside.

(GAME AND TWO) “WELL THEN, WE HAVE A DEAL.” Drag and currently in trap within the other loop of the world where the other shard and the very beginning of their book started to spin. Daniela is now standing under the bright full moon that is familiar to her. Looking at the dreadful scene and the bloody howl of the night, it all goes like this. “WILL YOU JUST DIE?” With pure horror and worse than any other tragedy that anyone could ever experience. The trembling little girl that’s down unto the dirt and grasses are all in wide eyes upon witnessing firsthand the death and fall of her loved ones.