Slenderman Brothers Novels & Stories

I looked at them all carefully especially the taller one in the middle who I suppose is their leader and although they all had cheap ski masks on, I could almost swear I hadn't seen either one of them before. "Oh, Sleeping beauty is awake now" The man in the middle remarked while walking towards Jordan then caught her chin in his tattooed hand while she whimpered in protest and shifted far away from him as possible until she brought herself towards my direction and almost got herself attached to my arm she gripped like her life depended on it. "It is going to be a cold night." He announced after tossing a single disease infested blanket in our direction then turned on his way to leave. "Who

He then turned towards me and added, “And this lazy guy over here is Neel.” Neel sat up, rubbing his brown eyes before offering me a lopsided grin. “Welcome to the madhouse, Kat. Can I call you Kat?” “Y-yeah,” I said hesitantly, feeling a bit awkward under his sleepy gaze. “Relax, we’re not murderers here—well, apart from Ian.” “Neel,” Dev warned, glaring at his brother, who looked exactly like him. They had the same facial structure, height, complexion, and eye colour. The only difference was the permanent tired look on Dev’s face and the curly hair of Neel.

Nicole breathed, horror evident in her voice. "That's the Brothers," Jimmy replied with a shrug. "They don't think like normal wolves. Their leader, he's... different. Obsessed. And he won't stop until either you're dead or he is." Cadel's growl was pure menace. "Then I'll make sure it's the latter. Tell us everything you know about them—names, locations, plans." Jimmy shook his head. "It's not that simple. The Brothers operate in cells. Most members don't know who's in other cells. The only one who has the complete picture is the leader, and he's paranoid as hell. I only know bits and pieces."

Almost enough. But then I stumbled, colliding with someone solid—someone whose hand caught me before I could fall. Aiden. The world stilled. His grip was firm, steady, searing through the fabric of my dress. His eyes locked with mine, and something unspoken burned there—something I couldn’t name, something I didn’t dare to. “You should be careful,” his voice was low, meant only for me. “Wouldn’t want to fall.” Liam appeared instantly, sliding between us, his arm looping around my shoulders. “She’s fine,” he said lightly, not even catching the electricity sparking between me and his brother.

I was still in my daze when I felt the effect of his heavy pounch on me, bursting my lips in the process. "You should watch your words! Don't talk to me as if I'm your slave! I'm not! I'm your brother!" With every word coming from him, I couldn't help but laugh even though I felt pain on my bursted lips. "Do you act like one? I've stopped considering yourself as my brother since five years ago! You are nothing but a murderer and a betrayer!" I spat to his face as his attack on me brought the past memories that hit me hard.

Elena’s POV “Well,” his jaw tightens and he runs his hand through his hair pacing back-and-forth in the middle of the room before stopping in front of me. I was settled on a chair close to my table, waiting for him to spill whatever he had to. “We are called the shadows,” he begins. “We pull forgotten omegas and rogues out of the slum before destruction can meet them.” My breath catches. “Like your mission is to rescue them?” I have to ask because I don’t know if there’s more to it. It just doesn’t make sense that two brothers would be that different.

“This is crazy. She doesn’t have any brothers. I’ve seen her records, her history, everything is correct.” The man’s eyes grew cold. “You only saw what we wanted you to see,” he said. “The story we made to keep her safe until the right time.” The room went completely quiet. Even the noise of the city outside seemed to disappear. Sophia looked at him, her heart racing. “Who are you?” she asked, even though part of her already knew. The man stepped closer, his voice quiet but full of feeling. “My name is Alexander Dante,” he said. “These are my brothers, Damian and Lorenzo.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Brothers. Elias–eldest, short-cropped dark hair, stone jaw, arms crossed, serious eyes, boring suit. Responsible Brother. Declan–longer messy hair tied back, green eyes sparkling trouble, leather jacket, tattoo peeking, smirk in place. Cocky Brother. Finn–blond streaks, easy grin, relaxed shoulders, hands in pockets, golden-retriever energy. Friendly Brother. Christopher–youngest-looking, blonde hair falling into eyes, pale skin, quiet stare, hood up. Something off. Distant. Intense. Hidden Brother.

My lungs were scarred, and I'd been physically frail ever since. Those first years after being brought to the vampire castle were the most terrifying of my life. I was at the age when human blood smells sweetest. As newly turned, bottom-tier vampires, my brothers walked me into a predatory world filled with hungry stares. Powerful old-blood vampires wanted to snatch me away as a premium blood source. My brothers were still weak then, but every single time, they hid me inside a battered coffin and fought those monsters tooth and nail-literally. Silas once had half his shoulder torn off. Julian nearly had his heart ripped out. But they always smiled and told me: "Don't be afraid. We'll get str