Slenderman Novels & Stories

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

Madi says that in the book it said that they are treacherous beings that have no soul and much less heart, according to mythology they are children of the devil, but other research says that they are infernal beings that escaped from the depths of hell for unknown purposes. They are such cruel beings with a lethal beauty, perfect for foolish humans who are driven by their carnal desires, they don't care about anyone since they are incapable of love. That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

“Was it a tall man? “she asked in a whisper. Camila looked at her expectantly, how did she know, had she seen him too? “Did you see him? “she asked. Carmen denied, but, looking all around, leaned a little closer to her. “Don't you know the legend? Camila denied. “What legend? “she asked nervously. “This town has a legend from many years ago, they say that a tall, thin man stalks weak and vulnerable families, disturbing them. “Camila frowned. She didn't believe in legends. “His name is Slenderman. They say Slenderman takes children deep into the forest, keeps them there for a while, then kills them mercilessly and takes their fac

Una stiffened immediately. A tall man wearing dark crimson robes approached with two guards behind him. His silver eyes gleamed with mockery. Una had no idea he was Eshnu. The heir of the Hebris Pack. “W-Who are you?” Una calmed herself. Hevian must be near. “So, you’re the weak little stray everyone’s whispering about,” he sneered. Una stepped back cautiously. “I don’t want trouble. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, but trouble seems to follow you.” His gaze swept over her plain clothing. “Tell me, did the Sabre Pack truly grow desperate enough to let trash wander beside their prince?”

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

I could sense his wolf lingering underneath the raw power rolling off the man standing before me. "You may be an Omega, but we all know he is beneath you," Damon says, his eyes cobalt blue one second and pitch black the next. Slade's deep animalistic taking over, causing my skin to tingle uncontrollably without even being touched. "You belong with someone who sets your skin on fire," leaning closer to whisper in my ear in a low guttural murmur, "like I am doing right now. Be careful, biscuit; I can smell your arousal." with a deep inhale of my scent he spins around heading toward the edge of the ring, I vaguely hear him yell something, but I barely listen to it from how fast my head is spinn

"You wanna be too overwhelmed?" "I'm too much overwhelmed already." "Yeah, let's see about that." My brows crossed; I didn't understand his last words but whatever. I just puffed a breath, easing the heavy stones on my chest. "Slender is not a werewolf," he uttered. "He's a seer. He can see hints of the future but it isn't always a hundred per cent accurate. He could be wrong, he could be right but mostly in between." "He's not a werewolf?" My jaw dropped.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

“Can’t I be one of them?” He smirked and put a strand that had escaped my braid in our contest of wrestling. I felt scared of the man in front of me now that he’d the glint of deceit in his amber eyes. His decency was creepy. “You are, Sandra. After this, you’ll always be. The only one with a brand.” The man was the slayer of hundreds and a cold-blooded murderer. I had seen this man crave bloodlust. Those who stood against him dreaded the day they were born. Whispers about him were one worse than the other.