Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

They handled him more gently after that. Like it mattered. The sky was deep red and orange in the east as the sun woke for the day. It would be only a moment or two before the first rays crested the edge of the world and Uncle Frank burned to death. I'd witnessed something like this before, when the Moromonds tried to murder him by putting him in the sun, and again when Cesard was left to die. But the first time Mom and I managed to rescue my uncle and the second was a monster who had no other way out. This was far different. This was losing my Uncle Frank.

You're saying that Frank Lawrence isn't dead? "I…" Elder Fango's question left Winter a little uncertain. Frank was merely unconscious, and after she had checked countless times over the last two days, she knew that Frank's vitals were stable. However, she was not absolutely positive that Frank was fine either. And seeing that Winter could not answer, Elder Fango closed his eyes in disappointment. "I guess I should be clear, girl—the death pill I gave Frank Lawrence is a novelty. No one in this world would survive without the antidote. Now that three days have passed, the man you're so worried about would already be dead."

If she would've listened, then none of this would've happened. "Thanks for the food, I'm starving." Frank grab one of the sausages, shoving it all into his mouth. "Mmmm" he closes his eyes as he chews the food. Freddy let out a low chuckle. "It looks like Lisa's mate beat you into starvation," Freddy says laughing at Frank. "How bout I come over there and beat you into dehydration." Frank glare over at Freddy, shoving another sausage into his mouth. Fred looks at his boys smiling. Last night gave him a scare. We thought Frank was dead, seeing him on the ground in his human form motionless.

He fired a single shot, ending it instantly. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for injuries. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “Yeah. Thanks.” “Don’t stop. Keep moving,” he said, his hand brushing against my arm as he guided me forward. --- By the time we made it out of the warehouse, the sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and red. We were battered, bruised, but alive. Ethan’s team had managed to hold off the infected long enough for us to escape, but the close call left me shaken.

Then carefully she moved the piano forward and slipped behind it. Figuring it was the safest place to be in the room, Alyssa waited and prayed for it all to be over. Frank’s voice rang out raw and angry, “You are fucking morons. Kill them!” This was followed by thumping and a gunshot. For a moment Alyssa was right back where this had all started, watching Frank brutally murder that poor man. Only it was no longer a stranger; it was Scott sitting there lifeless with a knife wound from ear to ear. It was Scott’s blood pouring down his front and spilling onto the floor.

Today, I was driving there with my right-hand man to ask who benefited from my death. "What do those fuckin' jackals get from your demise," Frank said to me. "We are on our way to find out," I said as I speed up the car. My heart was beating fast in anticipation of the violence to come. I wanted to gut someone so badly and the Laughing Dogs seemed like a perfect target practice. I speed up the car.

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.

He rubbed his eyes because he thought he was seeing a ghost or a spirit that was sent to punish him for his crimes. "It cannot be her because I saw her go under the dark water with my own eyes and no one can survive a fall from that height into the rocks. I am surely going crazy just like my Alpha if I think that a dead girl is running through the trees in the middle of the day," Frank whispered. He moved a little bit closer and his heart started to beat very fast against his ribs like a trapped bird.