Slenderman Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

Now, tell me who is the dude, I texted last night? Cereal_killer A five year old kid I_pooped A sixty year old man Cereal_killer A mafia I_pooped A billionaire Cereal_killer A drug lord I_pooped A serial killer Cereal_killer Hey, that's me! I am the only cereal_killer in block I_pooped Yeah, whatever. A zombie, then? Chloe_awesome_scott Wow! Why not settle with his theory and call him a werewolf? Cereal_killer Hold on, he said that he is a werewolf?

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

I retorted, struggling to maintain an air of nonchalance. "However, not every serial killer sets their sights on women," he interjected, his fingers tracing his chin in thought. "Jeffery Dahmer killed only men." "It's the enticement of the unknown, wouldn't you say?" The realization of my own words struck me then, like the pieces of an intricate puzzle aligning perfectly. The insatiable rage of killers like Ted Bundy echoed in the minds of many other serial killers. An icy shiver ran down my back. "Have you ever been an eyewitness to a killing, or beheld death firsthand?"

I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to face off with someone who could overcome Jeffrey. Then Jeffrey stumbled beneath a streetlamp, holding a scruffy, bloodied man in a headlock. “Jeffrey?” I asked. “What’s going on?” “This is your stalker,” Jeffrey grunted, struggling to keep his hold on the man. “Alexander Chevalier, the Bloody Knight. He’s the most well-known assassin in the werewolf criminal underworld.” Jeffrey pulled something out of Chevalier’s pocket and tossed it to me. The smooth fabric was immediately familiar. My favorite scarf.

The malevolent creature was about to dig his teeth into my flesh when I gave a powerful kick to his groin. He plummeted on the wooden platform. “Kill her!” The dwarf braced for his bleeding knees. “If the Alpha would be mated with her, it’s going to be the end of our freaking world!” the dwarf-like creature screamed at the top of his lungs while pointing a finger at me. Everyone stopped moving. Slowly, they shifted to their heels and scared expressions pierced my already aching chest. I gasped, licking the blood on my lower lip. “Yes! Kill her!” a pale-white six-footer man bellowed, “She’s going to end us if we don’t!”

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

“Stop the pretense, Killer. You’re not sick. You just want to avoid doing your chores!” “I’m not pretending, Ma’am. You can go ahead and touch my body if you wish. I think that’s the only way you can believe me.” “Believe you?” She raised her brow. “Now, why would I believe a filthy killer like you?!” “I’m not a killer.” “You are. Everyone in this pack knows you killed the former Luna. Stop acting like a saint, bitch. You are a fucking killer and a liar.” I lowered my head in tears. It didn’t matter what I said or did. No one was going to believe me. No one has believed a word from me ever since that night. The only people who trusted in me were my parents and they died for it.

“There are werewolf hunters in this city?” “They’re everywhere,” the guy said bluntly. “And who are you anyway? How did you even find me?” Derek quickened his pace and stepped in front of him, folding his arms. “I’m Jeff,” the stranger said. “I help new wolves like you control their emotions so they don’t get wasted by hunters.” Derek sized him up, from head to toe. “I can handle my emotions. That’s none of your business.” Jeff smiled faintly. “You almost ran out of the woods in full wolf form—didn’t think about who might see you, or how the girl you like would react to that.”

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991