Slender Man Urban Legend Novels & Stories

The opponent was slowly morphing into some sort of being, with his arms elongating and stretching out to long and clawed fingers. The same thing happened to his legs, stretching out so long that Henry was starting to believe that some of the urban legends he had so seriously brushed off as whimsical and childish was suddenly turning out to be true. He was then sure that he was staring at the towering figure of the Slender man? 'You really think you're smart?' Slender man spoke, his voice hollow and chilling to the core, 'Let me show you what 'smart' really looks like!' Petrified, Henry felt two elongated arms around his shoulders that were already shaking. The tall figure that had once been

Who won’t feel uneasy if they were left alone in a dark woods? Suddenly, Ricky heard some twigs snapping and looked to the direction to see a big, ghoulish crawling figure. It’s mouth was ripped and was hanging onto it’s neck and blood were dripping from them. He was startled, and quickly assumed his fighting stance. That creature might be one of the undeads that escaped. It shrieked loudly and leaped to Ricky. However, right before it reached him, black tentacles swirled around it and threw it far away. Ricky looked around warily for any possible predator. Then it appeared, a tall, faceless, suit wearing figure. His jaw dropped. In all his life, he only knew one creature that met al

That was way too easy. iNtErEsTiNg. YoUv'E gOtTeN mUcH sTrOnGeR. The voice came from behind. Sure enough, another one was standing by the door. The same power he felt was back. He lunged forward and grabbed the Slenderman by the neck, and launching him up and out of the building. He needed space to fight. He flew towards the Slenderman and cut off it’s head. It turned to dust again, nu then he realized his mistake. It wanted him to leave the room, because there were hundreds of them waiting for him, just above the building. The all lunged at him at once. He wouldn’t be able to fend all of them off at once.

What does mate mean? He senses my tension and confusion, but he doesn’t clear my confusion immediately. “Amelia, have you ever heard about werewolves?” I shake my head. Of course not. Werewolves sound like the types of characters in legends or bedtime stories. And during my childhood, I don’t have such a thing as bedtime stories, all I have is bedtime tears. “It’s OK. Human beings don’t know much about us. I understand.” His words make my jaw drop. Human beings? Us?

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

"You wanna be too overwhelmed?" "I'm too much overwhelmed already." "Yeah, let's see about that." My brows crossed; I didn't understand his last words but whatever. I just puffed a breath, easing the heavy stones on my chest. "Slender is not a werewolf," he uttered. "He's a seer. He can see hints of the future but it isn't always a hundred per cent accurate. He could be wrong, he could be right but mostly in between." "He's not a werewolf?" My jaw dropped.

“He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “ “What are you doing so that explains why he wanted you so bad?” June said. “I guess by that logic, you are the only one on the whole basketball team who knows how to keep her legs closed,” “Did you really have to say it like that? “April G said to her. “Oh, come on. We are all thinking it. Maybe that is why they gave you such a hard time in the 1st place, Chan,” “Can we please just focus? “Madison asked. “Now that we can identify these monsters, we must figure out how they keep showing up and why they keep trying to kill us,”

*RIP* Using nothing but his senses, Mane identified the presence of the Slender Cat behind him. He locked on to the creature whose agility was already troubling him and kept it in his radar. Then curled his right elbow, with his spike pointing outwards and dove into the Slender Cat. In doing all this, Mane hadn’t turned to face the Slender Cat even once!

That nose was the snout of a canine. He was a Werewolf, but not like Lon Chaney or Michael Jackson from "Thriller." This man was utterly deformed. Monica inhaled sharply. The man glanced up at her but hadn't yet seen me. "Did you think we would not find you?" His accent was so heavy that I had a hard time understanding him. "That's exactly what I thought." Paul crossed his arms over his chest. "Who else is here?" "Many," the man said. I could hear the inherent threat, even with the accent.