Dead By Daylight Comics 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."

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his

“This is beyond your hands, sweetheart.” I shut up. In a blur we were out of the house. It was even more horrific in daylight. Damien's truck had plowed into the driveway. I lay down on the back seat, woozy. The graveyard wailed and cursed us, and he cursed back, shooting the heads off the statues. The bartender wore chains of bullets under his leather jacket, burly arms moving like lightning as he drove with his knees and reloaded. The four-wheel drive plowed through skeletons, wheels studded with chains. A white and red wolf flanked us. He spoke to them in a bestial tongue. The werewolves chased Pallor away then doubled back, shifting to humans. “Tina,” Damien said lowly. He tos

There was no response from the Elders regarding the question asked and this increased the pressure in the room. Elder Kane looked pissed as he looked at the expression on everyone’s faces. Elder Donovan had put him in a tight situation and now, he will have to deal with lots of things altogether. “Lord Dante is dead.” Soft gasps filled the room at the revelation as every one of them looked at Lady Phoenix and then at the Elders. “Is this true?” Gabriel, leader of Night raiders asked with slightly narrowed brows.

Or like now, D would force players to become his slaves. I could see the rage in the live chat. The same people who were just defending D now turned their guns on him. I guessed that D had also awakened a passive skill. Maybe it was leadership, or maybe it was something to make the viewers forget that he was a scumbag. Outside, the storm raged. The rain falling on Aleena made her feel both itchy and painful. The scent of meat reached the monsters, and they quickly closed in. But Aleena wouldn't die.

I don’t care how much it would cost me. “What do you want?” I asked Helion. “I’m sure you are doing this for a reason. I don’t believe that you are doing this just because you are bored and you want to help.” He smirked. “You are smart. You didn’t go to school for nothing.” I sighed. “But first, tell me what are you exactly.” “Didn’t I already tell you? I am between life and death. I am not alive like how you humans are, but I am also not from the realm of the dead.”

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.