Hot Slenderman Novels & Stories

Judging from this man’s interaction with Lucia, you can tell that he’s one of Leon’s friends. Ivan looked at this young lady who was inviting him to stay and he had a good impression of her. She knew how to pick the good ones. She had blond straight hair, thick eye brows which outlined her thin face well, and a cute pouty lip which made it hard to ignore.

Kevin Blue replied, ripping the mask from his face to reveal a visage twisted by hatred. The two newcomers rushed forward. One was a massive, 300-pound man with layers of greasy fat; the other was thin, dark-skinned, and possessed a face so hideous it looked like a caricature of vice. His eyes roved over Chloe with a predatory glint. "A masterpiece... truly a masterpiece. I’ve never seen a woman this beautiful." The fat man swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Chloe’s face and figure. "A real beauty. Brother Sheng, we’re in luck tonight." He reached out a meaty, stained hand toward her.

Slyvia's body was slick with sweat as a result of all the twisting and turning she had done. "Hey baby." a voice said. Slyvia looked towards the direction of the voice and discovered it was a man, a very handsome man at that. His jet black hair shone even in the dim lights of the club. He grabbed Slyvia's waist, drawing her closer to his chest. Slyvia sniffed his scent and discovered that he was indeed human. It was easier to deal with them than men of her kind. They could easily forget all about her when the deed was done.

The large eyes of the White Fox were filled with confusion, and the Slender Cat had unconsciously taken a step back from the immense pressure pushing down on him. Back on the platform Mane’s tiny figure was nowhere to be found. In its place was a huge humanoid figure. This figure was shorter than the White Fox, but bigger than the Slender Cat. For it towered over 70 meters in height. Its skin was made out of diamond, and it glistened in the light of the barrier. There were spikes protruding out of its elbows, knees and shoulders, and there was a red jewel embedded within its head. Yet when one looked at the facial features of this humanoid creature – its eyes, jawline and hair – they would n

Azeasthrath. The last Slenderman fell to the ground, lifeless, as it’s body withered away. Azea sighed as she stretched and looked up. Willow had been gone for a while now, and they were all done. What was taking him so long? She looked to her left, seeing Quinn the other guy ,moving past the Slendermen in a green blur. He held some sort of plasma blade in his hand and had just slashed through the last one. In an instant, he was beside her, wind rushing into her face.

They were both tall. The slender man rushed to her. He was fast, leaping over huger rocks. The rock guy on the other hand was distracting the Reaper, hitting it constantly with rocks. She just stood there, afraid and terrified, no idea what to do. The turmoil hindered her from thinking. These people are Badbloods, she said. Should she run? She wanted to but it's like her feet was chained to the ground. She can't move and was lost in the moment. The slender guy appeared beside and siezed her wrist. His hand was rough and calloused, but his touch was cold to her skin. She shivered in surprise. Up close, his brown eyes were deep and unreadable, his face was gentle and full of life. But now, he

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.

she grumbles and looks over at the man who is just above six feet, built broad, dark tan with sleeve tattoos and short black hair, clearly native. “I have a name,” he speaks making Tori, Jackson, Mom, and I laugh a little at the fact Hana would continue to call him he if it were up to her. “What is your name? It is good to meet Hana’s mate by the way,” Tori reaches out to shake his hand.

She was looking for her target as discreetly as possible when her gaze landed on the burly muscular, middle-aged, shirtless man. He was wearing a mask, a mask barely covering his face. He was a cocky man, it was obvious but Svetlana recognized him from the heavy tattoos on his shoulder. He was already looking at her with a smirk. Svetlana didn't return the favor but in return narrowed her eyes. It was like a challenge was issued and a man pride wouldn't let him loose from a woman but men tend to forget pride was a deadly sin for a reason. Svetlana saw the man walking to his own reaper with a smug expression without breaking eye-contact with his demise.

A tiny old man approached us, and I pushed off the tiniest bit of jealousy I was experiencing when I saw Jessica. The man's bony shoulders protruded against the striped dress shirt he was wearing because of how skinny he was. If not for his belt, his pants would have virtually fallen off of his hips. His beady brown eyes were like chocolate, and he had hollow cheekbones with white stubble down his jaw. tiny, sparkling drips. Ethan welcomed the skeletal man, "Brad." Shaking his hand, greeting him, "How are you?".