Slender Man Mansion Novels & Stories

She stares straight ahead, as we walk down the dimly lit hallway. "This mansion is known as the Shade Manor. It was once the center of the blood Fae society. After the Fires of Alira the life that once filled this mansion dwindled. Now instead of being the great meeting hall of the blood Fae, it is simply my home," I ramble, as we walk. "You t-talk as if this place isn't truly y...your home," she replies. "This is the only place I have, since my family is longer around, this place does not really feel like home," I admit.

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness. Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all sto

The bed I'm lying on is squeaky while the blanket and covers are smelling like rotten eggs. Since I can't sit up, I just move uncomfortably on the bed wondering how I ended up here. However, I can't seem to remember anything and as my thoughts continue wandering, the old door creaks open and a ragged looking man enters. He's grinning like a maniac as he walks towards the bed and I wait for him, anticipating what he's about to do. All I pray for right now is that he doesn't hurt me! “How is our little miss billionaire?” he asks and the odour coming from his mouth hits my nostrils hard, making me to look away. I can't speak because I have a tape on my lips and I just wish he takes it off. I'm

The haunted house had taken root in Greystone Manor, an aging mansion on the outskirts of Velmora’s East District, complete with towers, gables, and enough architectural drama to look really creepy even in broad daylight. “Last chance to back out,” Rohan said as they approached the entrance. “Are you kidding? I have been looking forward to seeing the unflappable Rohan Marquez jump at fake monsters.” “Who says I’m going to jump?” “Everyone jumps in haunted houses. It’s scientifically impossible not to.”

Bella said. "No, I can't leave you alone," she said confidently. Suddenly, a shadow appeared from the hallway that connected to the small library in this mansion. And the spiky figure who was now walking casually came out from there. His lips seemed to move singing a song that Bella and Nana could not hear. Just like mumbling. While mumbling with his hum. The man turned his gaze to every corner of this mansion's room. Movement like he was looking for a speck of dust stuck to the sidelines of objects.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.

Shrugging as he turned to proceed up the steps of an opulent staircase, the man escorted them into another wing of the mansion. The door to the Coven leader’s chambers already ajar when they arrived, it opened onto a sensual scene. Lounging on a sumptuous red velvet couch, surrounded by three beauties in various degrees of undress, was a tall man. Pale skin and long disheveled jet-black hair, the darkly handsome man had his fangs at the throat of shapely blonde woman. Her blouse torn, it exposed her bare chest as she arched her back against the arm of the couch, moaning in ecstasy.

Ethan bellowed, his voice resonating through the empty mansion. The whispers stopped. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows at the top of the grand staircase. A woman. Her hair was dark and wild, her eyes a piercing silver that seemed to glow in the dim light. She was dressed in a long, flowing gown that shimmered like smoke, and her presence radiated an unsettling power. “Well, well,” the woman said, her voice smooth and venomous. “You’ve caused quite a mess, haven’t you?”

Samantha POV The safe house didn’t smell like Paris. It smelled like ancient secrets—old paper, cold stone, and the ozone-heavy scent of high-end filtration systems. Lucien moved through the dim foyer of the Haussmann-style apartment with the silence of a shadow. He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't need to. His silver eyes caught the stray moonlight filtering through the heavy velvet curtains, glowing with a soft, predatory luminescence that made the air feel thin.

Sophia pushed the heavy oak door of the mansion open, her heels clacking against the polished marble floor. The grand chandelier above cast a faint, flickering light over the spacious, dimly lit hallway, and a cold draft made her shiver. The house was eerily quiet, far too quiet for such a large estate. No servants bustling around, no voices, just the oppressive silence that echoed through the mansion’s vast rooms and hallways.