Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

"Are you on a mission or just passing by?" "Both, but we intend spending the night here." "Lovely, why you are at it we could use your help with a problem." "What are we dealing with?" "There has been an unusual attack for the past twenty-one days, we lost seven men." "Describe the state of the corpse." "All were pale and soft like a muddy terrain, some having multiple bite marks." "Leave that to us, we will handle it from here." "That's great news," she turns over to the Soldiers behind her, "take them to the compound and get them food."

She compiled several key technical issues that needed to be addressed with Chad the next day at the office. When Janice and the others returned from their hike, it was dark. Janice waved her hand dramatically and laughed. "I'm done. My legs are dead. Don't bother calling me for dinner." Chad chuckled. "She charged ahead right from the start and ran out of energy halfway. Just shows how competitive yet terrible she is. "There's a camping site nearby. We can barbecue, stargaze, and perhaps watch the sunrise. Shall we check it out later?" he asked, visibly energetic.

“I am sure I can kill the Alpha one-on-one. I don't plan to destroy the whole pack. I just had three names in my head. Alpha Richard, Leonard, and Franklin” His words were heavy. I pursed my lips. I walked over to help him make the fire some more as he placed the antelope in a wood. "Franklin is dead. He was sick." I broke the news to him. I expected him to be relieved that one was off the list, but he paused, face hardened. Irritation flashed through his eyes. “I cannot believe that.” My face contoured into a frown. “I won't lie to you. He died from a rare sickness. Even the pack doctors couldn't help him with their herbs and medicine.”

I had barely closed my eyes when the vibration of the phone woke me up. The caller was Frank, and I was genuinely surprised he was calling me on a Saturday. I was sure today wasn't a working day, so why on earth would he be calling me. "What's the matter?" I questioned immediately after picking up. "Pack troubles, two wolves have been found dead just outside Deadman's forest. They are both members of the Shadow Pack!" I could sense the tension and fear in his voice. There hasn't been any disturbance in the peace of the pack for almost a decade now, and I had forgotten that Frank wasn't only my working companion, but the beta of shadow Pack.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Officer Will took the call with sorrow. Grim Marie had taken her own life. She was found in the bath with expensive-smelling bubbles and a candle. She had used a razor. He wished this hadn’t surprised him. His heart felt heavy, but he tried to convince himself that at least she was at peace now, enfolded in the arms of her mother and her daughter. A third little urn lined up on the shelf, perhaps. At least the pain and misery of her hunt for The Wolf was over.

It has been a week. I hadn’t written in my diary in ages. I felt the urge. I need to get everything out. Darkness Falls, changed everything. We waited for Frank to fully recover before we had the farewell ceremony. We buried Scarlet. No one spoke much. I forgave her because in the end, she tried to save me. I don’t hate her, but I don’t miss the drama she brought. During the ceremony, Frank looked every bit the strong Alpha that I know he is.

I shut my eyes and dozed off shortly. “Frank!” A woman cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room along with the sobbing of a woman. The woman repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but he wasn’t budging. Frank was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second of that pistol to fire right through the poor man’s head. “Mom?” A faint voice echoed inside the living room of their house, and the little girl walked out of her bedroom silently.

The Night Demon was converted into the Dark Lord's energy within seconds, and Wilbur landed on the beach to the sight of Frank bawling his eyes out kneeling on the ground. "It's over now, Mister Sonner! The Night Demon is dead. You don't have to cry now." "No, I don't care anymore." Frank shook his head vigorously, tears pouring down his face as he continued to sob. Just then, a series of footsteps could be heard behind him. Wilbur turned around and realized that a hundred or so villagers had gathered there. They seemed devoid of any empathy for Frank, their gazes filled with hatred as if he had wronged them terribly.

"Is something wrong?...What's wrong?” "The federal agent handling Frank's case just called us." Natasha said. She paused before saying. "Frank is dead.”

Frank and his father rushed towards them, still pointing their Glocks at them. "Hurry! Climb in!" Rudolph screamed, gesturing at Oswald to climb in the helicopter so that they could leave. However, Frank and his father were fast. They managed to come close enough to find Oswald before he could climb inside. Just one shot from Frank that didn't miss its target was enough to end him. Oswald dropped dead on the rooftop. Meanwhile, Frank's father aimed at the pilot who was about to take off and finished him off with just one shot.