Novel & Cerita Dead By Daylight Comic

- Art the zombies are not making a moment of hesitation and attack them simultaneously! "ARGGG!!! if nothing will be changed we will surely die!"- Kaye "i dont want to!"- Art "Kaye stay with me!"- Christian Christian mana is continued depleting and it is very near to its limit "help!!!"- Raymart the wave of helplessness is slowly eroding their minds they're gonna die soon this is the end Christian canceled his skeleton while Art and Raymart already lower their guards

Dain’s aloof exterior failed, and the shadows still wrapped around his arms and neck bristled. It was his dead, lightless eyes that healed first, and stared at us as the rest of him caught up. “That’s right, it’s going to take a lot more than a few angry shadows to kill me.” His laugh grew stronger as the flesh around his throat and mouth began to heal. “I met Death not that long ago and as it turns out, he doesn’t want me…but he’s very much interested in you.”

I quickly responded, "It's not that. I think lost someone." Lowan sat next to Noah and me. He placed his fiery card in the middle resembling a campfire. I noticed that the card had the roman numeral I on it and an image of a sorcerer of some sort. The flame kept us warm and made the area bright and less spooky. Noah placed his hand over my shoulder and asked, "Who is this someone?" "Before I fainted, I was in a battle with a Dalaketnon," I explained. "Wait. How did you fight the creature? You can't de-soul," pointed Lowan.

“/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!” As the wave of dark-clothed, fanged figures fall upon us, a flood of brilliant light meets them. It sends many of them squealing and wheeling backwards, only to face the misty grey ranks of figures that now mass beyond them. Warriors with weapons drawn, the flailing hooves of a huge black horse and the sweep of it’s rider’s rapier, and the snarling form of a mighty, ghostly hound. The few vampires who were protected with sunglasses and masks, or who escape the ghosts by turning again, are hit by a cone of water from the large plastic blaster Tala has pulled from her bag. There is the hiss of a quenched furnace.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly. My mouth hung open at the spectacle. It was even worse than what I imagined Dante's Inferno to be. I must have not made it. I didn't even remember dying. I didn't even remember being in pain. My mouth worked at the word, until it came out in a hoarse whisper. "Hell." Someone released my arms. I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. "Yes," Remi said at my elbow. "Am I dead?" He reached out and turned my face towards him with one hand. He forced me to make eye contact with him. Seeing his face pulled me out of my shock a little. That deep set anger started to flare up.

Darell said, releasing his hold on Chris's shoulders. Darell mockingly said, "Freaking coward." Chris said sarcastically, "Well, sorry for being an ORDINARY human guy, who is TRYING to leave his life peacefully, with no fear of losing his damn blood to a fucking vampire. He still seemed a little thrown off by the news, as was clear from his expression. Luna, a friend of his, was a vampire and alive." Darell laughed at Chris because it had been a while since he had last seen him inconsolable. When he discovered a snake coiling inside his car, Chris was last seen acting in that manner. Darell was still struggling to forget what had happened.

Just when I thought we had gained the upper hand, Baddy reappeared, his wicked grin twisting my stomach in knots. With laughter that echoed through the chaos, he shouted, "You think you can defeat us so easily? The darkness is our ally, and we will not be defeated!" The ground trembled beneath us as Baddy unleashed a wave of dark energy, threatening to engulf our warriors. I felt the weight of his words, the despair they carried, but I refused to let fear take root. "We fight for our future!" I declared, rallying our warriors to stand firm.

I pushed open the door to the altar room. Moonlight streamed from a skylight, bathing the sacred space in a soft glow. Just as I was about to begin the ritual, my phone rang. An unfamiliar number. "Is this Healer Shelly?" an anxious voice crackled through the phone. "This is the Suncrest Pack. We heard… we heard you saved thirteen of your pack members today?" "Yes," I said, confused. "Please, you have to help us!" the voice was desperate. "The rogues… they hit us right after you. They used silver-laced blades on our pups. Our healers can't stop the poison, it's killing them!"