Dead By Daylight Comic Novels & Stories

A husband, a wife and their only son. Colours, black and white. It was all black and white. Black and white meant death. So only two things held colour. Only two living things in the painting. Himself, and the fire. Ashleigh left Damien to himself for a few minutes. She knew the healing was not up to her but up to him. She was looking at some of the other awareness posters and some paintings around. After a while Damien approached her. "Ready to try again?" she asked him. "Yeah."

The Dark Night Family members were stunned to see the zombies before them. "Rank… Rank 9 Zombies!" The Dark Night Family member shad never seen Rank 9 Zombies nefpre. Needless to say, they were very shocked. Roar! Biggy let out a roar as he launched his Earth-Shattering Fist. Following Biggy's attack, White Doll, Scarlet, Rayne, Sven the swordsman, Skeletal Lady, and Rexy launched their own. The low-ranked Dark Night Family members could not possibly defend against their attacks, and thus, the scene became unbearable to witness.

her mother sighed and helped her to her feet, leading her to the bathroom to deal with the blood. After Becca was settled, her mom called Demitri's mother to vent. She needed it after a long day of work and a small family crisis. Demitri's mother picked up and the two ladies talked for hours. They try to talk at least once per day. They had their friendship down to a formula. They shared everything. Sadly for Becca, Demitri was also pretty close to his mom. Demitri's mother has no filter and told Demitri basically right away. He asked what it meant and his mom explained the blood.

★ ★ ★ Draven’s POV The photo on my desk never aged, but I had. Two boys. Twin, no older than six. Grinning with ice cream smeared across their chins. Kael had always been the one with his eyes half-closed, like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Now all I saw were fault lines. A war encoded into their blood. I turned from the photo to the fireplace. Flames danced within, orange and hungry, but their warmth didn’t reach me. Diana Jones is dead. I watched the coffin sink.

“If everyone is dead, and you don’t work with Umbra, and you’re still alive, that means you’re either the Top 1 or 2. Which is it… Top 1? That’s very possible, considering the fact that you were able to walk into Umbra and speak to Umbra.” I snap my gaze towards Dale, watching as all emotion drains from his face. Eiii, now this angry, sad, pitiful old man is being ridiculous. Dale is not The Reaper. it's so absurd if you even think about it. Yet, Dale looks like a child caught stealing meat from his mother's pot. Oh, c'mon Dale, just tell him you aren't and let's get this over with. He needs to move on to the next question so I can figure out what I'm trying to figure out.

His jet-black hair was combed neatly and his green eye sparkled in amusement courtesy of the late morning sun that bathed us. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him trying to focus on Dayton. Dayton on the other hand wasn’t as exuberant as Damon. His face was straight, brooding, his brows furrowed as he stared at me. He didn’t look very good. It was one that I’d gone through after Rachel had died. “Hey, Dayton,” I greeted softly. “How are you holding up?” Dayton sighed as he folded his arms. He was standing at the entrance of his pack with Damon who was beside him, a smug smile on his face. He wouldn’t understand what it was like to lose someone whom he cherished. He was just too full of himself.

On the back of his shirt, I saw a line of printed words - "Grey Hound Delivery". "What's up, Dylan?" The young man rubbed his hands together and smiled at the head soldier. "I had better days, Damian." The head soldier named Dylan said. "I've heard of it. Alpha Dire was stabbed. You must be exhausted looking for that girl." The young sturdy man named Damian said. Dylan spat and said, "Fuck. All the matches are canceled. I can't even bet on you to make some extra money for cigarettes these days."

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

I Have To Find Bryan! (How Did He Get Here?) Luna's POV. "Dacy is dead. She died last night in front of her own house. We don't know how, but it's clear that a werewolf is responsible!" They said this and then quickly walked away, disappearing from my sight. At first, I couldn't believe what I had just heard. It felt like a dream until I took my phone out of my bag. As soon as I unlocked it and checked the latest news about Normhill, Dacy's death was among the top five trending stories.

They fought against the dark knights with all their might. Diane created a poisonous arrow and struck the enemies one by one. While Lyndon used his powers to freeze the enemies who's trying to attack him. Ana Mae and Leanna on the other hand fought side by side to defeat the enemy. But to their surprise, no matter how many enemies they have killed, still the number of the dark knights remained the same as it was when they first attacked them. "They don't die," Lyndon said in panick. "Yes they are like zombies returning back to life!" Diane added after shooting an arrow.