Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

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.”

"The Final day of the Harvest has arrived," the announcer says, and the crowd explodes as I shift a little in my seat. After watching the rest of the battles with the beasts and spending hours thinking, I am more confident than ever that I can have a happy life with Terrax. Putting my past behind me completely will be challenging, but I trust the people around me. I trust the male aliens more than I could ever trust a human male. "Each champion may challenge anyone they choose, and the fighting will continue until only one remains. Audience, join me one last time in welcoming this Harvest's Champions," the announcer says, and the sound around me becomes deafening.

He would have chosen himself to fight, putting his life on the line, because he couldn’t bear to let someone else risk themselves for him. “The Champions’ Right recognizes Luna Santos as the champion for Kane Drax’s claim, and Viktor Volkov as the champion for Marcus Blackthorn’s claim. The fight will begin at dawn tomorrow in the ceremonial arena. Calla will observe and make the final judgment on the result,” the Chief Elder declared formally. As the Tribunal started to discuss the details, I caught Luna’s gaze across the chamber. She had just volunteered to fight a monster who was probably a hundred pounds heavier than her and had decades more experience.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

He had no control over his body anymore. “Sam!” the Boyce girl shouted but due to being restrained, she could not do much. His friends seemed equally horrified. “I, Dominic Dark, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, in witness of the Moon Goddess, shuns you from the pack under the crime of breaking the 300th absolute rule. You shall never cross the boundaries of my territory or will be put under a death sentence,” I declared and enjoyed how his arms and legs turned completely disfigured. The cold air around started to gush in full force and the flames on the torches flickered. The trees swayed and the lit torches soon dimmed. It all turned to complete darkness, the moon acting as the only sourc

Thousands of eyes locked onto the gates. Dax and I rode out slowly, side by side, our tires transitioning from the asphalt to the glowing mud. We didn't draw our weapons. We just rode with the quiet, terrifying confidence of the Speedrun King and the Architect of the New Game. We stopped ten yards from the leader of the Revers. Up close, the mercenary leader was a mountain of a man, covered in tribal tattoos and scars, a heavy chain wrapped around his knuckles. He revved his chopper, a deafening challenge that echoed through the jungle.

“I didn’t get any names, and I’m afraid my temper got the best of me. It will be a while before Dina will be answering any questions.” “Oh. Well, we’ll…we’ll, uh, figure it out. And if I can handle a hellhound that was really made up of a hundred rats, I think I can take on a few vampires, and don’t get all defensive over that. I could kick your ass if I really wanted to.” “You could try,” he says back, unable to help himself. “And I don’t think it’s just a few vampires.” “Between you and my familiars, I think any vamp who tries to kill me has another thing coming.”

A husband, a wife and their only son. Colours, black and white. It was all black and white. Black and white meant death. So only two things held colour. Only two living things in the painting. Himself, and the fire. Ashleigh left Damien to himself for a few minutes. She knew the healing was not up to her but up to him. She was looking at some of the other awareness posters and some paintings around. After a while Damien approached her. "Ready to try again?" she asked him. "Yeah."

"You have found the next letter which will lead you to another person who needs your help. You have to go and find the hunter, Lucas Harrison. Who is under the dark spell of an ancient witch Marlena. She wants to perform the ritual of pure humans. Stop her as soon as possible. I hope you will soon find the next letter. Dalton."

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.