Slenderman Novels & Stories

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

the young boy replied without looking at the male fatty. "Are you lost? This is the Vestal Virgin Sect's Outer Disciples' Learning Hall. You should not be here. Tell me where your parents are and I will take you to them. By the way, I am Tiny Slim. Who are you?" Tiny Slim continued to follow the steps of the young boy who seemed sure where he's going. "That's a rather strange name. Hmmm. You are not tiny or slim at all. I'm Maru." the young boy paused after he heard of the name of the man before him. Tiny Slim was as big as a baby elephant already who was shaped all round and beefy.

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I was curious more than ever to find out what he had sent Jade to tell me. Alexander held my hand as he made us walk out on Maximilian whose demonic smile had not faded. “Who is that?”, I asked, as Alexander led me to the floor to dance. “Maximilian. My number one enemy”, Alexander declared.

I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer. “I don’t know who he is,” Channing says as he gently places the human male on the ground. His skin is pale. So pale it’s like…it’s like he’s had his blood drained. He’s clearly dead. “but, I’m pretty sure I know what killed him.” Channing kneels beside the deceased and turns his head to one side, pointing to the man’s neck. I take a step closer even though I already know what I’m going to see. Two puncture wounds on the man’s neck. As if left by fangs. Chapter 9 coming soon.

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

Attacked him. And he found that he knew her. She was supposed to be one of his trusted advisors from the Bandits clan who were enemies to the Scanthin , but instead, she'd been caught, here, in an attempt to murder him and steal his slave . The snarl that left Damon 's throat next was more dangerous than any other, a visceral, primal reverberation that spoke of just how pissed he was. But he didn't let his animal instincts win out today. Gradually, Damon convinced his wolf form to withdraw, bringing back his human form. At almost three times the goblin's height, he towered over the cowering, pathetic creature as he stretched out his legs to hover above.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

Austin asked in surprise " What did you just say?!!" Lenora yelled " Maybe I guessed right,,you are not human. But you should really chill,, I may be worst than you will ever think " He whispered " That's not true,you are just human, I can smell it " Lenora yelled and the students passing by wonder what she's saying " You should try bringing your voice down,, you are so weird " Austin rolled his eyes and She was quiet Who the hell is this human?? " So,,you are not human. What are you?? Ghost?? Vampire?? Wolf?? Which one??" Austin asked