Slender's Novels & Stories

"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.

The slender fighter, on the other hand, relied on speed and technique, darting in and out of range with lightning-fast footwork and lashing out with quick strikes to his opponent's vulnerable areas. As the fight wore on, both fighters began to show signs of fatigue. The larger man's blows became slower and more labored, while the slender fighter's movements lost some of their fluidity. Sensing an opportunity, the shaven-headed man charged forward with a mighty haymaker, hoping to knock his opponent out with a single blow. But the slender fighter saw the move coming and responded with a swift, sweeping kick that sent the larger man crashing to the ground. With a victorious grin, the slender f

*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!

I mutter, my voice sounding way thinner and breathier than I intended. Roland lets out a low chuckle, rich and amused. I feel the brush of his sleeve against mine as he lifts a hand. His knuckles graze the sensitive skin right under my jaw, tracing a slow line down my neck, hovering just above the collar of my shirt where his marks are probably already fading in. "You're shaking," he whispers, leaning in so close his breath is hot against my ear. "Thinking about what we were just doing?"

They were all kinds of colours at once it seemed, like they’d fallen with a shower and sprouted up at the base of a rainbow recently. Suzie grinned; she’d never seen anything quite like them. Probably never would again. She just had to smell one, to see if the bouquet matched the spectacle in front of her. Suzie reached down, just as she’d reached out for that butterfly not so long ago—that creature so far from her mind now. The only thing she could see, the only thing she wanted to, was the tallest of the flowers. It was so pretty, so bright! The way the petals opened, perhaps even more as she bent down to smell it.

She retreated while trying to trace the tiger's body shape through its blurry zigzag movement. "It is called a Snow Tiger. That's like a no-brainer." Slim said, cocking his modifed gun to load the tranquilizers. "Tranqs aren't ready yet?" The more attractive lady yelled as she retreated, taking large strides without taking her eyes off their prey. "Almost done!" Slim yelled back. "Hey, Shorty..." The more attractive lady called out at the short, muscular man that was chasing after the tiger with a gun too long for his size, in his hands.

“Babe I know how difficult it must be for you right now… but you’re strong. I trust you! You’re going to bounce back and you’re going to find an opportunity that is even more amazing than this one. I know it’s hard, but don’t give up, okay?” I sighed at Sandra’s words. She said she knew how difficult it must be for me in that moment. But she didn’t! Sandra was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and it didn’t matter that we were best friends… I had always known that she was better-off than I was and I had gotten used to it. Sometimes, resentment had come into the picture… but I had killed it before it could turn into something terrible.

The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world. ~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~ Present day The cool water flew through the gap between my toes soothing the pulsing nerves beneath the skin. It always had held that magic. It always gave my rushing adrenaline and aching muscles an instant calm, That I always seek after a whole day of unrelenting training.

please be a deer please be a deer oh God be a deer please . . . bright sun glaring off winter hills, distorting his vision. And there was the mound of pink, fluffy fur, ringed with white cotton, heaped on the snow bank. Jesse’s world crumbled. “Oh shit.” He scrambled forward. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

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.