Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

His hand is still resting on the closed ledger, and my hand is beside his, and the storm is building again over the Adriatic, and the chapel holds us both in its cold stone quiet. After a long moment, Domenico stands. He offers me his hand, the one with the scar across the knuckles, and I take it. His grip is firm and warm, and he pulls me to my feet without effort. The ledger stays on the altar stone between us, closed but not hidden. Not anymore. “I will walk you back to your quarters,” he says. “The chapel is not safe after midnight.” “Neither is the corridor.” He picks up the candle and hands it to me. “And the storm is getting worse.”

“The day is finally upon us, and the attention of the global fighters are fixed upon the martial arts cup! Who’s going to be the final champion that will remain standing until the end of this year’s martial arts cup? Is it going to be the dominant Rheasian contestant, Zayn Larson, or Kairo Vilin from Sol, or…” “The level of excitement for this year’s martial arts cup has never been this insane in the past century!” “The most heated match of the martial arts cup will be happening today!” “A reliable source reveals that Rheasian fighter Zayn will be the champion of this year’s martial arts cup!” “Zayn Larson is already one step away from the invincibilis state, and if there’s no mishap, the ch

“Today, Ithea has suffered a great loss. We've lost one of the best champions the kingdom has ever had. Rhaizen Gale's untimely death has caught us all off guard. We will honor him for his valor in combating the fearsome Trerth and defending the kingdom. I am eternally grateful for his service and unwavering love for this kingdom. But we must press on; the nation needs a new champion to defend us, and we have several exciting new candidates in the running. Luciana is my daughter. She is the most powerful alchemist among the contestants. I'm certain she'll be up to the challenge. As a result, I declare the Ithea's champion seat empty, and the trials to elect a new champion to begin anew. Luci

I could see blood dropping from his torn up armor which meant he wasn't all healed up. "How did you--" Before I could complete my words, Caleb pulled out the sword from the dead warriors head. I had expected the dead warrior to fall to the ground dead but instead, it roared and turned to Caleb, its one eyes glowing red with rage. It spun the spear that it was holding in the air and used the butt to hit Cakes in the chest, sending him to the ground. "Caleb O'Neal, son of Gerald O'Neal, former gamma to the Crimson Moon pack," the dead warrior said as it walked over to where Caleb laid. "You always seem to be in my way of plans. But now, I am going to end your miserable life."

He looked up, his eyes locking on Dante’s back, burning with a hatred that promised future violence. "Winner: Nightwalker!" Alpha Thomas announced, his voice booming across the stunned crowd. "Silver Moon, collect your dead." The paralysis broke. A low murmur of disbelief swept through the delegations. They weren't looking at Liam anymore. They were looking at Dante—the unknown champion who had butchered an Enforcer in under ten minutes. Dante stopped in front of us. One of his eyes was swollen shut, but the other gleamed with a manic, terrifying light. "That wasn't the plan," Liam hissed, stepping close to Dante. "You were supposed to win, not desecrate the body."

"Oh, my dear Ascendants, you still don't comprehend the magnitude of the power at my disposal. The crystal's energy will grant me dominion over all realms, and no force in existence can stop me now." With a wave of his hand, Damien unleashed a surge of dark energy, unleashing torrents of shadowy tendrils that snaked toward the Ascendants. But they stood firm, their powers converging to create a barrier of light and elemental might. Jack, the chosen champion, stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with determination. He tapped into the speed that defined him, darting across the battlefield with unparalleled swiftness. He weaved through the entangled darkness, striking at Damien with blinding speed

He pulled away from her, wrapping her cheeks in a reassuring smile "We weren't hurt, and that's the best of it," she said comfortably, but she declined to look at him and her pupils dilated as Darkle stood behind her Mate . While her wolf panicked and ran quickly intending to protect them, but Darkel pushed Zayn violently to the ground To shock the meaning, he lost it, he died! Or at least passed out, and his shock made him paralyze "Ardena" Zayn shouted as he grabbed her tightly and put a sharp dagger on her neck, holding her breath in fear.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

With the sight, I was properly terrified now and I didn’t want to cry but tears kept glossing up my eyes and trailing out on their own accord— I was giving the Dark One every bit of the reaction he wanted and he was reveling in it. “The Champion of the Reigns, the so-called Chosen One, is finally at my mercy.” He started to say now in his glee and his volume was high as if he was addressing a crowd and not just me. “Finally the world shall understand that Darkness is not inferior to light— That light glows only because Darkness permits it, that light is pronounced only because the darkness diminishes itself, but not any longer!” He voiced.

Chastity, her Lycan instincts honed by centuries of survival, met Dylan's malevolence with a grace that belied her deadly prowess. Dylan, an embodiment of vampiric supremacy, unleashed waves of dark energy, attempting to ensnare Chastity in ethereal tendrils that danced with malevolent intent. Chastity, agile and resilient, deftly navigated the onslaught, her movements a dance of evasion and counterattack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to their clash, a convergence of ancient adversaries in the cosmic tapestry of destiny.