Slenderman Novels & Stories

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

Samantha froze, her heart pounding in her chest, as she stared into the eyes of a figure cloaked in darkness. "Who are you?" Samantha demanded, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stepped forward, revealing himself to be a tall, imposing man with piercing blue eyes. "I am Elijah," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And I have been searching for you, Samantha." Samantha's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the name. Elijah was a powerful werewolf from a neighboring pack, known for his ruthlessness and ambition. What could he want with her? Before Samantha could respond, Elijah reached out and grasped her arm, his grip firm and unyielding. "You belong to me now, Samantha," he sa

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I smiled, "Well, I'm already a part of your world, aren't I? I mean, we do a lot of things together. I live in your house, and you've included me in all your plans. Moreover, thanks to you, I have filled out my college forms and will finally fulfill my dream of going to college. What other world could there be?" He smiled and tucked some strands of hair behind my ear, "Well, you do know I am Anthony Baltimore, the billionaire, but you also know that I am Anthony Scorpion, the man who secretly belongs to a Mafia Gang." "Oh," I nodded. "Um, okay. Do you mean your world of crime?"

Lifting it to look at it more closely I glared at the off-male. "Who or what are you," I inquired. The man smiled and introduced himself. Pulling the blanket up that covered my manly bits he continued to examine the area I had been stabbed. He moved the harness and shook his head in annoyance. "I am Atlas, a necromancer, reaper, and a good friend of your biological family. You're lucky I was the one to get your reaping card and recognize you. You were close to drifting off to your next life when I appeared. Holding up my fingers as I went over all he said in my head, my eyes widened.

The soft amber light emphasized his pronounced cheekbones, giving his expression a striking intensity that was almost magnetic. With a casual grace, Skyler peeled off his shirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, revealing his lean arms—long and toned, showcasing just the right amount of definition. Each movement was fluid, exuding a quiet confidence that only added to his allure. He had a “sleeper build,” one that might initially come across as skinny, but was, in reality, a testament to his dedication to fitness.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”