Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

I said. Dominic smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Brave words. Let's see if you can back them up. We've selected our champion." The massive doors at the far end of the chamber swung open. A figure entered, backlit by torchlight. Seven feet tall, broad as a door, covered in scars that told stories of violence and victory. Thorne Blackwater. I'd seen his photo on Luna's laptop. But photos didn't capture the raw menace he radiated. He moved like a predator, each step deliberate and deadly. His eyes found mine across the chamber, and something cold slithered down my spine.

I had a feeling that any negative emotion of any sort wasn’t important in a place like this. ‘I won’t have to fight?’ I questioned, a frown ghosting across my lips. ‘I thought I was your champion?’ ‘You the first of your kind, Rachel. Death does not change this. You will forevermore be a Champion of the Light, a beacon of all that is good in this world.’

Our bond seared, agony flooding my chest like I had been torn open myself. “No!” I shrieked, forcing my way through. Lucian dropped to one knee, blood pouring from the wound, staining the earth. The champion raised its claw again, ready to finish him. The world narrowed. I didn’t think. I didn’t choose. I unleashed. The Harbinger fire exploded from me, gold laced with black. It roared across the field, swallowing the champion whole. Its scream was unearthly, shrill, before its body crumbled into ash. The remaining enemy wolves faltered, scattered, some burning where they stood.

Malakai The drive back from the abandoned Cathedral was dead silent. I sat in the rear of the armored SUV, my obsidian mask resting on the leather seat beside me, staring out at the blurred neon lights of the city bleeding through the downpour. My hands were steady, but my mind was an absolute battlefield. Vesper. I pulled a silver lighter from my pocket, automatically rolling a cigarette between my fingers before bringing the flame to the tip. The acrid, burning smoke hit my lungs, harsh and heavy.

She's going to show how evil she is than she ever was. The sea surface rippled terribly as the thousands of shadow armies sprinted on their way to the opposite island. They hailed the queen as they ran on their way. Dubheasa couldn't ride on her giant crow so she decided to ride on a black horse. She followed her armies behind. Though the cold wind and rain was freezing, her body was warmed in furor. She could feel the excitement rushing on her bloodstream as she imagined capturing the chosen one.

None of them were even close to being as embarrassing as yesterday, not even when a nurse had to help me with a bedpan. ******** Day 7******** "All champions that fought a beast have moved on. All may challenge one another to prove they deserve the top spot. The last man standing goes first as the Winning champion. The order after his pick will be based on the fastest beast kill time. Then we move on to the champions from days three and four who lost. The longer they lasted in their battle against the top contenders, the higher their ranking. May the strongest win," The announcer yells, and my eyes look towards the sea of bodies for the first time in hours.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“I’ll find out. Dina will crack. And if she doesn’t on her own, I’ll be the one doing the cracking.” The same sense of anxiety that hit me last night comes back. Something is going on with the Ley line. My asshole brother and father are determined to make mainstream life hell for vampires. Someone is threatening the people Lucas works with. And now vampire bounty hunters are after me. “Were you able to talk to that vender?” I force myself to take a slow breath. “Yes, and he was held spellbound and has no memory of who actually threatened him.” “Well, that makes this all the more fun.”

Like they had done this before and knew exactly how it ended. The chant began again, softer this time. Less a command now and more a containment. "Naavir vethaan — solaen kir— Dreyvhan omra — vaelith seth— Keth anukh — morrha naavir—" The light beneath her palms flickered again, responding despite her, like something being called to a surface it didn't yet know how to break through. She curled her hands into fists. And stood in the ring of unmoving flames, in the cold and the dark, while the chant wrapped itself around her like a rope being slowly tightened.

Caspian entered the underground training room and stared at his father in the ring. “Mom hasn’t regained consciousness,” he said. Mr. Black turned. “Find the identity of the man within 24 hours, Caspian. He must be brought down,” he instructed. “I’m on it,” Caspian replied. More men in black suits entered the room. Thane stood at the other end. The Blackwood clan.