Dead By Daylight Oc Novels & Stories

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

Lucas is covered in blood, some of it his own but most the demon’s. And I’m thinking about fucking tacos. “I’ve heard humans at the bar talk about a taco cart. I’ll take you.” “We should probably get cleaned up first.” I shove the wallet into the back pocket of my jeans. Lucas guides me through the dark building, and we go out through a set of double doors in the back, emerging onto the deck. At one point, it offered outside eating right along the lake. The headache comes on strong again and Lucas can sense it. He turns to put his arm around me when he suddenly stops. A dark figure rises from the shadows and points a gun at us.

Molly saw her,and quickly walked to her. "Your majesty,i have received your orders from Kara". She said bowing. "Good, I'm glad you did.Do what i ask you to do.I want to know Darl's activities as well". She said frowning as if she realizes something,she walked away from Molly. Darl stood by the baluster, leaning on the handrails.He let out a deep breath.Tomorrow is day Cloud City is going to be celebrating the new moon festival,he can't wait to fight the monster and get over with.

"I gave my theory and proofs... Now you give me yours..." He smirked mischievously. She couldn't understand how this happened, even after trying and looking she couldn't find his fault. "You know___" They both heard the loud knock on the door. "Damon!" It was Mariana. Damon groaned and pressed the button beside his nightstand which opened the door. "Why are you screaming in the morning, Mariana?" He asked annoyed. Mira noticed Mariana looking bothered. "Tyson! Our men found his dead body near the graveyard in the midnight..."

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

They couldn't be in the sun without being killed. Sekhmet gave her a smile that looked suspiciously patronizing. "My dear Emily, you can't wake us during the day. We're not asleep. We're dead," he said. A look of horror crossed her face before she was able to hide it. She knew vampires couldn't be out during the day because the sun would kill them. She'd never considered they were actually dead during that time. Which meant while she was at the Coven, she was in a building with tons of dead people.

"Not these days. They even have places where you can watch all the action." Abraham wrinkled his nose but didn't comment. "Our blood and a sacrifice. It'll have to do. I want to know if we can get that demon on our side. Only the dead will know, so we have to ask 'em." The men looked at each other, cold chills forming in their guts and filling their bones. They didn't hear Thomas tiptoe away, his face as white as the consumptive moon. ---

Lara shivered in spite of the heat. Demis had left careful instructions for his burial and he had chosen to come back to Greece to the sunbaked hillside where his own parents had been laid to rest. The funeral was small, strictly family but the press was just beyond the graveyard, a sea of hungry wolves, restrained only by the strong police presence. “It’s time to go.”

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.

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!