Dead By Daylight The Champion Novels & Stories

"And who will be the champion for this little, broken island? Will you drag your injured King out of his bed?" I pulled my Moon-steel blade from its scabbard, and the metal rang out, bright and sharp in the salty air, almost like it was complaining. "King Dante’s blood has already been poured out for this continent," I said, my violet eyes pinned on the Lycan envoy, no give in my gaze. "He will not fight tonight." I drove the tip of my sword into the sand, letting it bite deep. "I am the Warden of the Veil. I am the White Wolf," I declared, letting my voice carry across the quiet beach like it owned the silence. "I will be the Champion."

Ash raises his eyebrows, obviously unsure of what's going on, as Stan takes the microphone and says. "Put her down, Ash; we all know she's your girl now." Ash chuckles, keeping hold of my hand as Stan stays. "Tonight, our Champion Killer has returned to the Fire pit, alongside his lovely lady, of course; now we all know the mighty Killer isn't one to back down from a challenge, so tonight we have a special challenge." He turns to look at Ash as he says "What do you say, Killer? Are you up to the challenge?" Ash grins as he shouts out. "Bring it on."

Willow. "You have cheated, Selene," Apate said through Rachel's lips, and I Let Raya take over. "Willow is my Champion Apate, are all these zombies your champions?" I asked her, and she laughed. "Death is searching for you, you know. Stealing a damned soul is a crime. Your time is up, Selene. These clowns can't beat me. I have the hearts of kings and support beyond what you can imagine. Just like the first time, you will fall. These clowns cannot beat me. They can't even guard their hearts against me. I will turn them against themselves and destroy your team from within," She said, and I could only imagine why she was so bold about it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently witnessing the Hero's Challenge solo championship. There are a total of thirty players, including the highly anticipated Z God, last year's champion Frank, and the up-and-coming rookie Chen." With the host's commentary, the game officially began. The huge electronic screen displayed the gaming status of each player. The arena fell silent, and everyone nervously stared at the screen, rooting for their favorite player. Diana, wearing headphones, sat in her chair and surveyed the terrain before selecting a time to parachute. As soon as she jumped, more than ten people followed suit. Everyone had the same thought in their minds – if they could take down th

The Eternal Life Palace Sect’s Golden Lion was in such a destitute state with his glorious past demeanor all gone. “Mister Featherstone?” Darryl looked at Zion and softly greeted him. Zion lifted his head and stared fiercely at Darryl before he coldly said, “So you’re the Lion Slaughtering Conference Champion?” Darryl nodded and smiled. “Exactly. My name’s Darryl Darby. Nice to meet you, Mister Featherstone.” Clang! Zion struggled against the chains before furrowing his eyebrows at Darryl. “Don’t try to flatter me, you little brat. If you’re looking for the scripture, I recommend you to give up. Kill me, torture me, or do whatever you want!”

“The king is hosting a competition. Twenty-three members of the council will sponsor a Champion to train and compete for the title of Kyrador ’s Assassin. You would represent me.” I blinked, the word *Champion* sinking into my mind like a stone. “So, I’m to be your lackey, then? The Crown’s pet murderer?” Callum’s smile returned, though there was no warmth in it. “Hardly. You’ll be competing against thieves, assassins, and warriors from across Lumaria . If you win, you’ll be my father’s Champion. If you lose...” “I go back to Karnak,” I finished, the bitterness thick in my voice.

The champion of house black fire shouted on top of his voice. The crowd’s cheers transformed into a mix of awe, shock, and fascination. The champion of house Black Fire stood tall amidst the flames, a dark and ominous figure, basking in the adoration of the spectators. The scene of devastation and victory served as a chilling reminder of his dominance and the price to be paid for challenging him. As the smoke and the cheers filled the air, the champion of house Black Fire reveled in his triumph, his name etched in the annals of the tournament’s history. The arena became a stage for his dominance, a testament to his ruthless power and his unwavering pursuit of victory.

“You should be asking who helped them.” That silenced the room instantly. Fear shifted directions. Good. One elder frowned deeply. “You’re certain?” “I killed enough people to recognize infiltration when I see it.” No one argued with him. No one was stupid enough. Darius finally moved toward the center of the chamber. “A body was recovered. Poison embedded under the teeth. Professional preparation.” “From which territory?” someone demanded. “Unknown,” Darius replied. “Then how can you confirm this was organized?” The Lycan’s gaze turned cold enough to cut through stone.

Someone came behind me and tied to stab me with a sword but I was already crushing them before they could even try. "Help." The champion cried as I started to drain him using all the force I could. "Help." He whimpered this time but it was too late I already was draining him dry. Every ounce of his magic was mine. So much power was flowing in me. I felt like the true God I was. Absolutely powerful. People finally stopped coming forth because they realized that I was unbeatable. After every ounce of the champions magic was drained the champion finally breathed his last breath. 'The winner is Alexander The God of absolute dark power.' The announcer whispered with dread.

Blood poured from his wounds, his skin gray and broken, but his eyes burned with golden fire. “Kaine!” Mae screamed. He staggered forward, every step a miracle, until he stood between Mae and the champion. His chest heaved, each breath a struggle, but when he raised his hand, golden light flared so brightly it rivaled her chains. The champion paused, tilting its head as if in recognition. Kaine smiled weakly, blood staining his teeth. “Not her,” he whispered. The light erupted from him in a blinding wave, slamming into the champion with a force that shook the valley. The void in its chest flickered, shrank, and for the first time it recoiled.