Slenderman Novels & Stories

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

Without a word he comes over and lifts me up and I shove my head against his chest. Suddenly I am being lowered onto the mattress. I look up at Cooper and gesture for him to take a sit. “It’s a long story, so you may as well make yourself comfortable.” Cooper chooses to sit on the luggage closest to me. I continue to look at him, waiting for him to ask his questions. His first question isn’t the hardest question, just the one he will most likely not believe. “What are you hunting up here?” “I am in the mountains hunting these types of monsters that are invisible to the average human, but I can see them.”

I questioned Foster, sweeping my gaze over to him. He looks over at me and with a sigh, answered. "The blonde one, with red streaks in his hair is Lester. Kinda a goth, kinda weirdly always quiet. The one with brown long hair is Damon. That one is literally a man whore and usually causes trouble around here. The guy they were beating up, his name is Casper. They usually always have an issue with him. And the one who literally screams danger with inky black shaggy hair is Raiden. That one, he's literally the God of the school. Everyone literally worship the ground he walks on. Can you blame them though? Guy is a walking super model." My nose twitched. "But seems like a huge bully. All three o

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled within a dense forest, a young woman named Isabella found herself captivated by the haunting beauty of the moonlit nights. It was during these bewitching hours that a mysterious presence would emerge—a seductive incubus named Damien. Invisible to mortal eyes, Damien moved through the shadows, his dark and alluring aura drawing him towards Isabella. He was enticed by her delicate features, the way her hair cascaded like ebony silk and her eyes sparkled with an untamed fire.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Everything else was blurred due to the mist in the air. Mixed in the scents of many oils and fragrances, I smelled the most intoxicating scent I have smelt in my life. Pine and sandalwood. I inhaled a large gulp of that heavenly scent and looked for it's source. My gaze centered to a figure sitting in the large pool showing me its back. I concentrated on it, it was a werewolf, a male. As if feeling my eyes on him the man turned his head slightly towards me.

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

"Too weak to fight off acne now! Before you know it, your hair will recede, and you'll get scrawny. Then you'll be just as ugly as your personality!" "Do you know who you're talking to?" he growled at me, his very distinct amber eyes taking on an evil appearance. And then I realized his eyes looked familiar somehow. I'd definitely seen them before. "To be quite frank, I don't give a shit who you are. You're a huge dick, clearly to overcompensate for the small one in your pants." Everyone in the small shop was staring at us now. "It's probably so small you need a magnifying glass to see it. You probably fuck chipmunks, you're so small. Your pickup line to them is 'wanna nut?' and they go for

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.