Slender Brothers Novels & Stories

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Their faces were almost identical: sharp jaw, narrow-edged dilated pupils, long black beard and shaggy hair tied in different styles. "Hehehe... brother, look. Three beauties stumbling upon our territory," the one holding the flute giddily stated. Zillah narrowed her eyes. She only read about them in the books of traitors at the Krystalline Academy. "The Lou Brothers of the Olaire Tribe," she spouted with disgust. She knew that the Olaire Tribe seemed clean on their record with only these three brothers branded as traitors. But she was not sure herself. She had no proofs but...

My long strands of hair hung over my eyes, I peeped through them up at Groban but one of the other Brothers yelled at me before kicking me hard against my ribs, forcing me to fall down again as I yelped. “Keep your head down little feral bitch, you don’t get to look up at us!” He shouted, turning his attention toward Groban he scoffed, “Are you sure about this baby brother? They’re feral, like vermin,” Groban smirked, “Yet you have about six of your own Dax,” Laughing the brother shook his head, “Yes but I know how to handle these things, give her to me I’ll break her in for you,” the brothers found pleasure in plummeting villages and taking human woman for themselves, treating them worse th

Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware of just how monumental this day would be. Enzo, regal and commanding, stepped forward first. His presence was magnetic, drawing every gaze to him with effortless power. Atlas, Ash, and Kael moved in perfect unison behind him, the bond between them resonating like a steady heartbeat in the crowd’s chest. For years, whispers and legends had surrounded the brothers, but few had seen them as they truly were. Today, those whispers would no longer remain whispers.

After listening to him, Skyler was stunned as well. “So the group who got into a conflict with ‘Running Brothers’ at Swampville City was them?” Skyler asked. “That’s right.” Zayn nodded. “Brother Yaleman, it was you who arranged for me to participate in ‘Running Brothers’, and because of that show, I have suffered such immense humiliation. You have to regain justice for me. I heard that the city center had gambled everything on us. They’ve even created hype online and kept our identities a secret. Say, when the live stream begins and everyone from our Star Entertainment doesn’t show up, what would they do?”

Frustrated and tired of it all, I decided to try my best to get it off my mind. “You shouldn’t be the topic of every gossip on your first day awake here…” Simone said as she waltzed into the room like she owned the place, and maybe she did. “I’m not.” I simply said, staring at the floor as different thoughts of what was going to happen to Blake amidst his angry brothers plagued my mind. “You should take a walk outside and see for yourself,” then Simone stopped moving around doing whatever it was she had been doing. “The alpha kings are the kindest and tightest of siblings and they’ve ruled in harmony, but since you came and latched onto Blake, it’s all been different,” she pointed out, but s

"My brothers raised me on classic rock." "Brothers are funny things, aren't they? Mine are both older, but I spent my childhood tussling with them to become stronger and faster." He grinned at her. Then he dropped his towel, stripped out of his soaked boxers, slid the borrowed T-shirt over his head, and pulled the fresh boxers on. They were tight, but he would survive the night.

Carter leaned closer, the usual smirk tugging his lips, but then— His expression shifted. Slightly. Something flickered in his eyes. And then he said, "Oh—by the way, about last night—" "I'm not falling for it, Carter," I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Save your dramatic lies for your next stage performance." "I wish it was a lie," he said quietly. My smile faded. That tone—I knew that tone. He wasn't teasing anymore. "What is it...?" "Well... before he threatened to toss me out of his fucking wedding, your charming brother said something else to me," Carter shrugged, like he was trying to play it down. "Wasn't a big deal. Typical sibling possessiveness, I guess."

That was the point. I didn’t RSVP or announce my arrival. I slipped in like a ghost, just another man in a crowd of polished, pretentious socialites who clinked glasses and smiled with teeth too white and eyes too hollow. I’ve planned this for weeks. To witness the beginning of my brother’s so-called fairy-tale and then destroy it, piece by piece. I’ve envisioned walking up to Damien with a smirk on my face, telling him in vivid detail how I’d spent a night tangled up with his bride. The woman he was parading around like a trophy.

Miss Odessa was quite stubborn and I could tell, so I decided to ask her sister for help. Evangeline, Odessa's sister, had bright blonde curly hair that matched her lashes and light blue eyes. Her skin was pale and she had some freckles scattered around her cheeks. It was like staring into the sun when talking to her, and as expected, her bubbly character matched her bright ethereal appearance. It was like these sisters were descendants of gods. “Good day miss” “Oh good morning Mr man my sister is working with” she said, squinting like she was trying to remember my name.