Frank Dead By Daylight Novels & Stories

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

The first enemies, when they come in contact with it are immediately disintegrated. “EXPLOSION!” My body does not exist anymore, it is just dark matter. All the werewolves and vampires are eliminated one by one, but in the distance, I see Frank trying to escape. “Frank! You can’t escape from me!” I take to the sky and start chasing him, the time of his death has come. I envelop Frank, completely, until my eyes lock into his. “You don’t know what you will have to perish...your body will be broken down little by little and your skin eaten by darkness, finally I will be personally who will rip your heart out!”

I don't want to drag you down, so I can only prove my innocence with my death. "This wolf fang is for you, as a keepsake. "Rachel, I hope you'll find happiness in the future." Before he could finish, he stopped breathing. His eyes remained open even in death. I didn't even have time to mourn. The guards dragged his body away. In the wasteland, werewolves died every day. They were used to it. No matter how desperately I tried to stop them, I couldn't keep Frank's body.

Ryder spoke ip "Here's what we can do. I'm willing to help. My father is dead so my mother would be willing to let you all stay in dark sky pack” Frank suggested. I wondered how he was able to say his father was dead without any sign of emotion. "No” Callum voiced out in an instant "Nothing of that sort would ever happen" “I know you are stubborn, but I don’t think you are fucking stupid to risk her life. I am doing this for Liv. She is not safe here and you clearly know it” Frank responded.

CHAPTER 73 ROBERT’S POV ~ As I tucked my phone back into my suit pocket and headed back inside, I saw that Frank had the lady all tied up and immobilized as if she were some dangerous criminal. As my gaze settled on her, I couldn’t help but ask, “Scarlett is dead. She committed suicide last night. Tell me, did you have a hand in her doing this?” ~ Frank gasped from where he was standing beside the lady, his features distorting from intense shock on hearing that.

Although unwilling, he still passed me his phone. I had been unconscious for two days. The police had announced Frank’s death earlier in the morning.

"Kill the man, and take the other girl." Tobe screams and Ryder brings his gun up too late. The shot goes off, and Ryder falls back to the ground. A red blossom spreads across his right shoulder, and he starts to breathe harshly. I scream and kick at Frank, but I can't get away from him. Ryder's bleeding to death feet from me, and I can't be with him.

Better a live hostage than a dead martyr. The Greyhound sign flickered one last time—*Birmingham: DEPARTED*—as I climbed into the Silverado. Louise patted my cheek, her wedding band icy. “Smart girl.” Through the mud-smeared window, I watched Dragon kneel in the gasoline, Hank’s boot on his neck. Freddy aimed his cracked iPhone camera, grinning through missing teeth. “Smile for the ‘Gram, ese!” The last thing I saw: Dragon’s eyes, black and burning, as Louise’s lighter arced through the dark.

“I have to say I underestimated you, but that’s even better. Now I can execute the Lord of House Madden right in front of my sister’s tomb.” Fed up and unwilling to go down without a fight, Addison growled and swung her elbow backward. The dagger nicked her neck as Frank Crawford her attack. Addison clutched her throat and turned toward the soldiers, but her heart sank at the sight before her. The soldiers were lying motionless by the pond – all dead. Her sterling eyes widened in horror. All of them… Dread clawed at her chest as she stared at their lifeless bodies. Frank clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “You’ve brought me some trouble. I Now I’ll have to spend time cleaning up this me