Slenderman Brothers Novels & Stories

The Lycan brothers are holding true to their legend. "They wanted to run, so we shall leave you two in here. Run the track explore as much as possible. We are going upstairs," Ethan tells the boys as the group heads to the elevator. Jason and Jackson stare at each other as their family leaves. Each boy taking in the other's appearance with interest. JACKSON POV My brother and I are huge. Our beasts are just that, beasts. They stand at 9ft and are all-around huge. Including their massive genitals that are exposed. Gross

Not one decent interaction till now. "Is he your brother-in-law?" Nicole questioned as that's what she called him earlier before leaving the conversation. Nodding her head to that, Serena smiled. "Yeah. That's him." Upon hearing that, the boy blinked at her before pulling Serena's sleeve to gain her attention. Looking down, she found the little guy's innocent doe eyes staring at her. "You know that vampire guy?" Scared and still overwhelmed with everything, the boy poured questioning her as Serena chuckled at the same before caressing his cheek.

He asked, “Who is this Slim Three?” Don said, “He’s a local in Phoenicia, ranked third among six brothers. All this while, he has done all sorts of petty crimes. The first, second, and fifth brothers were executed for committing crimes. The remaining three brothers started a business of kidnapping and extortion, wandering around all the major clubs in Phoenicia all year round and taking on a lot of dirty work. They have a great reputation in the underground circle.” The more he listened, the more worried Philip became.

It was as if the weight of their shared history, of their brotherhood, was bearing down on both of them, threatening to crush everything they had once been. Caleb took a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting Ethan’s. "You don’t understand, Ethan. Adrian… Adrian is my blood. He’s my true brother." Ethan flinched as if Caleb had struck him. "Your true brother?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "What does that make me, then? What does that make Leo?" Caleb’s expression softened, just for a moment. "You were… are… my brothers too. But this… this is different. Adrian and I, we were separated when we were young. I didn’t even know he existed until recently. And when I found out… everything

“This is my current home address here in London and below that is my phone number. Since you already have your phone back, you can just call me or go straight to this address whenever you want to meet or need something.” Levana took the paper and thanked him. She had a feeling she would eventually need his help one day even though she still wasn’t quite sure what for. “By the way, Levana, there is one thing I want to discuss with you.” Edmund’s expression turned serious. “What is it, brother?” She tilted her head in curiosity. “Those two men who helped you, the brothers, their names are Kilian and Maximus, right?” He asked. Levana nodded, confirming it.

With a heavy sigh, I hastily threw on a robe and made my way downstairs. As I approached the door, the pounding grew louder and more forceful. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. These visits were a recurring nightmare, leaving me feeling shaken and vulnerable. With trembling hands, I unlocked the door and swung it open, coming face to face with a menacing figure. Mr. Rodriguez, the loan shark, stood before me with a cold, piercing stare. His imposing figure loomed over me, while two henchmen flanked him, their presence amplifying the tension in the air.

I turned to leave, Astrid held close to my chest. “W-Wait…” the man croaked. “Who are you?” I paused. “One of the Blackthorn Brothers,” I said without looking back. “The name should tell Kael exactly what awaits him.” Then I disappeared into the forest. Behind me, I heard him gasp—a sharp, pained inhale. Everyone knew our name. The brothers who slaughtered the vampire coven. The witches’ bane. The twin Alphas of Lunaria. The most feared wolves in the realm.

I couldn't help but wonder what was going through their mind. I had only glanced at them after a few seconds so I couldn't get a clear description of their features but they shared a resemblance that made me suspect they were brothers. One was muscular with black hair and red highlights, the other leaner one had a plain black hair that was cut low and the one in-between had short brown hair. Apart from their intimidating face, they looked like hot greek gods sent from hell. I wasn't allowed to go out so I had no idea who they were, but it wasn't far off to guess that they were no ordinary wolves. Auction houses were for the creame of the crop, only influential people frequented there.

“I want to hit this fucker hard and fast and take away everything he’s ever worked for. I want to send the word out that no one touches what’s mine. Timothy Flynn made his last mistake this morning when he took my woman.” Roman thrust his hand into the circle the five of them made. Sazon put his hand on top of Roman’s, soon Barshan and Yuri’s hands joined the others. Finally, Mikial’s hand topped theirs. Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.”

Standing before me were three men who looked carved from midnight and storm. Seven feet of lethal grace. Shoulders that could block out the moon. Black hair dripping rain. Eyes burning—amber fire, molten gold, liquid silver. Muscles shifting beneath tight black shirts, tattoos writhing like living shadows across necks and arms. The Drakvolk brothers. Lycan Alpha and Dragon kings. Rulers of the most feared and powerful Pack in existence. What the hell were they doing in a place like this? And why did my body suddenly feel like it was on fire for them?