Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.

"My name is Darius. And I will not fail you." As he turned and disappeared into the night, the surrounding torches of the fortress extinguished one by one, swallowed by the cold air. The first champion of Nyxar was officially on his way to Blackthorn. The calm was over. The war had taken its very first breath.

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

It was then that someone finally broke down and yelled, "Draco has come back to life! He has risen from the dead!" In a split second, the packed courtyard cleared out completely, leaving behind only a few people whose weakened limbs refused to carry them. Those were left shivering violently on the spot. Draco finally realized what he had just done right then and froze dead in his tracks. "Draco is consumed by profound malice—hurry up and subdue him!" I yelled to the cleric nearby, channeling every bit of my acting skills and looking completely panicked and helpless. Upon hearing that, the cleric covered his face. His expression was twisted. He looked as though he were suffering from a terrib

“All of you, leave the death paladin to me. Keep the other monsters away from us.” Most of the Hunters and soldiers were in silent agreement, some were hesitating to let him go alone while others complained about being ordered around. Well, not that they can go against him. He was a Champion ranked Hunter after all. Only those equal or above would dare go toe to toe with him. “Alright then.” The green cloaked Hunter took a stance and prepared to face the death paladin. His body glowed with a white aura that also solidified on his sword. “Death to the paladin.”

Ivan's every step echoed like a god of death in the dark night, bringing the darkest, fiercest gloom. The two men who had just detonated the bomb were lying on the ground, his body full of fresh blood, blood flowing freely. There were snakes crawling around on the ground, looking pitifully at them. Ivan took the gun from his subordinates and pointed it at one of them in the temple. "Are you aware of the consequences of challenging me?" "I'm not sure; I'm just following orders." He responded haltingly. Ivan stroked the gun, his eyes flashing with a deep glint. Ivan didn't say anything before kicking the man in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground once more.

She couldn’t think about that at the moment. Hundreds of eyes—the majority of them the golden-tinted gray of the undead--focused on her as she approached the map, something not all of them would be able to see so she’d have to be descriptive in her language as well. “All right,” she said loudly enough to get most of their attention. “Thank you all for being here. I see we have some new faces in the crowd. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jo McReynolds, and I’m leading this mission for LIGHTS. I’m grateful to Lucas for joining forces with us today.” She gestured to the Souled who was standing to her right, and he gave a small wave, an inconspicuous smile on his handsome face. “We reali

The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

“You don’t mind, do you sis?” “No. There is plenty here.” I giggled as I also grabbed a drumstick. “But back to Natalie.” I continued as I took a small bite of the chicken. “I don’t think finding her will be easy. Remember she has a connection with Lunar Eclipse.” “True.” Daxton nodded as he crossed his arms and placed his left ankle over his right knee. “Lunar Eclipse is the most notorious pack in the world. No matter how much effort we put into looking into the pack, we keep hitting a wall.”

It takes seemingly forever but I get closer. There’s so much going on and I can barely make sense of it all. The wolves and their extras are now in a huddled group. They’re spread out, sure, but they're surrounded. From the rolling hill just beyond the packhouse, I can see it all. A giant hellhound blasting fire and sucking fireballs right out of witch hands, wolves rolling and tackling vampires and witches. Lightning from witches and - Ally. She’s taking on two shadows. Two Soul Eaters. I’m in awe of her for a moment. She hasn’t had the kind of intense lifelong training the rest of us have had, but she’s more than holding her own. And with her wolf by her, she’s strong as h*ll.