Slenderman Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

Her sight fasts on to a young man, walking alone in an alley. He seems to be an equivalent age as her – though it is not possible to inform the age of a vampire – regarding sixteen or 17. To a feminine evil spirit, it's an excellent catch – a slender and good trying boy. Slender body, tight appearance, with matching tea-coloured hair. within the street barely lighted by lamplight, it's potential to mistake him for a lady. though not pretty much as good as her, his white skin is each shiny and tender.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Not for a visit, and not for a jailbreak. Could he even do that? If he were real, and knowing he had a treaty in place with the vampires, could he break me out, or would that violate the terms? "What are you talking about, Kaylee?" My words were muffled as I yawned, but she seemed to understand me just fine. "We can't talk here." She said as she glanced around our empty room before nodding subtly toward the camera in the corner followed by the open doorway, where Slender Man's shorter brother was sure to still be scouting for his next victim.

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.

Shaman Khelben grabbed a few important things and rolled it into leather, tying it together. A month ago, shaman Khelben was sold to the enchantress but his captures didn’t know he was a shaman. Just as the enchantress was about to clear his memory with a spell, shaman Khelben reacted, and counter attacked. He managed to get away and only after running for half a day in his wolf form, did he realized that he was being followed by one of the enchantress’s pets. Even though prince Mano was under a holding spell; for some reason, when shaman Khelben attacked the enchantress with a shaman spell it set prince Mano free from the holding spell. For almost two decades the enchantress used have been

After letters or texts he'll put LR. Milo Tomas Young: Light brown hair that is styled in a short messy way, blueish-greenish eyes. He's slightly shorter than Lyle, only coming up to his shoulder. He is an ex-human and used to be the New York Best Seller for four years in a row, his books always having supernaturals in them. He is obsessed with the supernatural, vampires being his favorite. Ever since he was younger, his dream was to meet an actual vampire and try to be turned. Not being a full vampire yet, he doesn't really have a special ability, but he seems to be able to get Lyle to carry him everywhere. He loves his hair being played with, and he used to identify himself as straight, bu

Growing family "I think your mother should stand back and let us deal with this," I mumbled to her son Jackson. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders at his brave mom. We all turned when we heard the trees cracking and splitting apart. My eyes widened at the tall polynesian man with tentacles coming out of his head like cornrows. His eyes were large and bright yellow and he had neon blue octopus rings spread across his caramel colored flesh. His arms were thick and muscular with suction cups at the end of his long fingers. He was holding a thick silver trident.

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.

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