Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

Frank was so battered that there was not one intact part on his entire body. In another blink of an eye, he stopped breathing. He was so dead that even a ghost would seem more alive than him. Fane sneered, and thought that it was a shame that Frank died so fast; he did not even get to torture him yet. His anger would only be assuaged if he managed to torture him before sending him to hell.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Fearful faces glance up at me, each one under the watchful eye of at least one of Luca's, Mitchel's, or Drake's men, their imposing figures a constant reminder of the tension in the air. As I step into the seventh room, I unexpectedly encounter Drake. His playful smile dances at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the unease surrounding us. He leans casually against the doorframe. "Still alive?" he teases, his tone light yet loaded with an undercurrent of seriousness as he observes my determined stride through the dimly lit hallway. He's stood next to Franko's dead body, five bullets to the head by the looks of it. "Not trustworthy," he notes.

And if it is, are we in danger by them? I gawked at the paper. My lips twitched when reading over Darby's death again. But they had caught him. My heart sank and I dropped the paper back to the table. I stared out the window as if the news was indifferent to me. "The wolves in this area," Frank said next to me in his abused recliner. "They are one of kind, aren't they. A whole pack of them is quite intimidating when you're alone in the woods." A small gasp left my lips as I whirled toward him.

"Senior Franka, this is very rude. Mr. Roger is the djinn and can make wishes!!" "He was hit to death by a dump truck." Roger answered seriously. He was indeed injured and killed by a dump truck. Franka shook her head distressedly: "It's a bit miserable." "Then why are you here next to cutie Jessica?" "I don't know, it was in the necklace around Jessica's neck when I woke up." "etc?!" Franka was a little confused. "Why were you so powerful that you were killed by a dump truck?" "I don't remember. I only remember that I was beaten to death. I don't know the specific reason."

Frank had put his own life on the line by standing in front of me, shielding me from the oncoming bullets. I kneeled beside him and pulled his body onto my lap, he was still breathing, fuck, he was still breathing. "Frank? Frank?" I called him, lightly tapping his cheek. His blood marred my hand and my white shirt, he was taking his last breath. I screamed at soldiers to get my car but it was too late. He took his last breath in my hands... It was his first day in this life, it was his first day when people didn't look at him with disgust, it was his first day into a family he chose for himself, and it turned out to be his last day too.

Third Person POV Frank’s stomach churned uneasily. He straightened up a bit, his fingers instinctively gripping the arm of the chair until his knuckles hurt. The chilly night air drifted in with the officers, bringing along the faint scent of wet pavement and something metallic he couldn’t quite place. The older officer cleared his throat. "He was found dead earlier this evening in a remote motel on the outskirts of Hayseville. It...looks like it was a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. There was a suicide note."

By the time Mason and the squad got her out, it was too late. While she was burning to death in that wreck, she had still found the strength to send him a final message blaming me. I was not making the mistake of waiting on Mason this time. He was at the side of the wreck now. His eyes traveled over the blood on me, and something in his face hesitated. I did not say a word. Maya started crying somewhere behind him, and I watched his face change. "Lara. Maya is in bad shape. Let me get her first

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi