Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

“He had his eyes and hands on my waitress. Why would he set his eyes on my things? And guess what? She warned him. Fearless as he was, he went ahead and still continued his adventure. I took him out in mere two days of good poisoning. In his grave, he'll remember to keep his hands in check forever.” “When are you going to face the Bratva?” Dmitri asked unconcerned by the Damien’s explanation. Having Grandpa Yuri gone wasn't a bad thing. That guy was so old yet so perverted. He could have actually be the image of pedophile if care wasn't taken. “I'll face them when I want to.” Damien said as he puffed out smoke. “When you want to? Dalia would be coming for the burial soon.” Dmitri gave Damien

And suddenly, the prospect of breaking him felt less like a chore and far more like a game Adrian wanted to play. "Because," Adrian whispered, his dark eyes dropping to Luca’s mouth once more before rising to meet his defiant gaze, "I like a challenge. And I'm going to enjoy watching you realize that every time you fight me, you only lock your cage a little tighter." Adrian let go of his jaw, stepping back just enough to give Luca room to breathe, though the air still felt thick as honey. "Go to the kitchen," Adrian commanded softly. "There is fresh food waiting. Eat it. Because tomorrow, the rules will get harder."

Just when we were about to be separated, the captain of the soldier and some of the pack soldiers were coming out of the room of the dead champion. “Prepare to mount this post tomorrow Eric. We cannot have more champions dying” He said and Eric nods his head in agreement. As they were walking out, they held the dead body of the champion and for some reason I begin to feel hotness in my chest. I checked to see the necklace was glowing and I gently tapped Mammon. “He was killed using sorcery” I whispered to him as we watched them vanish through the corner of the hall. “How did you know that?” Mammon asked in surprise.

Burnt eggs and a boy rolling his eyes and a man who used to be called the Alpha King standing at a stove in socked feet, completely unremarkable, completely ours. By mid-morning Adrian and Eli had turned the living room into a battlefield, Eli standing on the couch cushions declaring himself the Undefeated Champion of something neither of them had bothered to name, and Adrian groaning theatrically every time Eli landed a fake punch, collapsing onto the rug like he'd been struck by something far heavier than a seven-year-old's fist. "You're not even trying," Eli accused, straddling his chest, breathless with laughing. "I'm exhausted. You've beaten me into submission."

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

"You have 1000 years to fulfill your mission. Fail, and you’ll never move on. Not to heaven. Not to hell. You’ll be lost, FOREVER......" "I am Thanatos," he added. "The god of peaceful death." He didn’t look cruel. He looked tired—tired of centuries of watching humans break. His wings were vast and dark, but there was serenity in his presence. Before I could respond, he touched my forehead—and I blacked out again. ******* I awoke to my mother’s sobs. "Cullen, please… wake up, I couldn't live without you!" Her voice shattered me. I realized then that Thanatos was right. If I died, she would too.

The Onyx wolf inside her clawed against the walls of her soul, its voice a thunderous roar. “They came for us. They came for me. Let me out. Let me end this.” She bit down hard, fighting for air. The champions’ howls were not just sound—they burrowed under her skin, rattling her ribs, vibrating in her skull. Their presence was unnatural, oppressive, and yet familiar in the worst way. They carried the same mark as the eclipse itself, the same oppressive weight of prophecy. They weren’t just hunters. They were executioners. “Serena!” Elias’s voice snapped through the storm of noise. His wolf darted in front of her as a champion lunged, its jaws wide enough to crush a tree. Elias met it head-on

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

He kicks and punches and mauls him everywhere, working with an animalistic grace which defies even my wildest imaginations. Before long, Bobby’s grunts of pain fills the mini theatre. Even when he collapses and taps the ring over and over in a sign of defeat, Mason still doesn’t stop. The wild, devilish glint of his eyes looks all too familiar. At that moment, he’s not Mason Lachlan the billionaire. He’s Mason, The Grim Reaper. Then I hear the announcer say; “And we have a tap out, people!! Oh my God, this is insane! Our six time champion just tapped out from the match. Will his opponent give him a chance to live or will he finish him off?”

"Actually, you won't. Today will be your last day. I challenge you for your faction. Choose a champion if you don't think you can handle it, but at the end of the day, you will die." "And if I win?" "You won't win." Liam and Granite growled behind me. I lifted my hand to quiet them. "Then it's not a challenge; it's an execution. Tell me what I win if you die at the end of the day. What does the Great Lord Quillion have that I want? Do you wager your faction? Your firstborn? Your left arm?" The sneer he gave made his handsome face ugly. "All of it." I shook my head. "I don't want all of it. I don't want your people as part of my faction. They are bigots and entitled elites. They will only tre