Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

, after that Jack smile and close the door on the room and walk his way back to the first room where they are earlier. He badly need to do something. "DL command I've found some of the weaknesses of those living-dead. First, I shot one of those straight from his head and it got killed. Second, they are afraid from the sunlight but honestly speaking why do they're afraid of sunlight?", Jack out of curiousity he ask.

By the time the first news bulletin hit the air, I was already on a private jet bound for Seattle, my new identity in hand. When I landed, my new steward showed me the news from New York. The front page of the New York Post featured a photo of Vincent, the unshakable Don of the Castellano family, soaking wet on the banks of the Hudson, hunched and broken, as if all the life had been drained out of him. His consigliere stood beside him, helpless.

My boots crunched against the abandoned gas station parking lot’s gravel as I stalked toward the driver’s side door, I slammed my hand down on the hood in a fit of frustration as Frank stepped out of my ride, lighting up a cigarette. I snatched it from his fingers, taking a long drag, hoping it would do something to take off the edge . . . but it didn’t. One of the many fucking side effects of being undead. “Jesus Christ,” Frank swore, taking back the lit cigarette before I had a chance to crush it. “I don’t have many left.” Exhaling the smoke in his face, I scoffed. “You’re a shitty fucking knight, you know that?” I bared my teeth at him in a vicious snarl. “I thought you people were suppos

I squeezed my eyes shut. Anton stopped and turned to look at me. "Are you alright?" "What about the darkness?" "The darkness? What?" I just blinked at him. I must be going crazy. "The freaking darkness. You dislocated my shoulder getting me away from it! It wasn't a car! It was the darkness! You saw it!" "I thought you went to the doctor's today to get that concussion looked at it. Did they really let you leave?" "Anton, seriously. I'm not fooling around. Mila died. This big cloud came and took her."

I should make him think we’re all working together, and vampires will be able to walk in the sun soon. “Don’t forget, I know what you did to her,” Lucas starts, deep voice rattling right through me. His blue eyes darken and the sunlight glints off his long fangs. He walks over to my father, his large frame towering over his, casting a shadow over him. Fuck, Lucas can be terrifying when he wants to. “All it will take is for you to look at her wrong again and I can’t promise I’ll hold back. The only reason you’re still alive is because Callie doesn’t think you’re worth the trouble of killing. You should be thanking her for your life, because if it weren’t for her, you’d be buried in the woods

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

He looked worn down, aged beyond his years, and he hesitated before asking, "If there's a next life, and I don't say those things... could we still be together?" I took a sip of my latte and kept my eyes down. Then I looked up at him with no expression on my face. "People's worst traits are in their bones. They come out eventually—sooner or later, it doesn't matter. There's no point in asking questions like that." Adrian let out a bitter laugh, roughly dragged his hands down his face, and left. Not long after, the Falcone family filed for bankruptcy. Adrian was driving Vincent and Carmela home when they were involved in a car accident.

“Go shower. You don’t need to watch this. I’ll bury him. Again. Just don’t ask me to dig him up a second time.” I smile, looking into his deep blue eyes. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on doing that spell again anytime soon. Or ever. Besides almost starting the zombie apocalypse, I didn’t really get the answers I was looking for. His brain was all mush inside. He didn’t even know his name.” “And the other bodies,” Lucas starts. “You want them out back?” “Yeah, there’s a burn pile several yards from the back porch. Kristy and I were hoping to have a good old-fashioned bonfire, but it looks like I’ll be roasting corpses instead.”

The packhouse was bustling with activity, but I tried to remain inconspicuous as I searched for Hugo. I took a deep breath and stepped into the packhouse. The familiar scent of wolves hit my nostrils, bringing back memories of my time as a prisoner. I cautiously roamed around the packhouse, trying to stay hidden. As I turned a corner, I saw Hugo sitting at the dining table with Dawn and another man I didn't recognize. The aroma of the food they were eating made my stomach rumble, reminding me of the meager meals I had in the forest dungeon. As I was about to call out to Hugo through the mind link, a warrior rushed into the dining room from another angle. He lowered his head in respect for Da

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.