Slenderman's Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

The opponent was slowly morphing into some sort of being, with his arms elongating and stretching out to long and clawed fingers. The same thing happened to his legs, stretching out so long that Henry was starting to believe that some of the urban legends he had so seriously brushed off as whimsical and childish was suddenly turning out to be true. He was then sure that he was staring at the towering figure of the Slender man? 'You really think you're smart?' Slender man spoke, his voice hollow and chilling to the core, 'Let me show you what 'smart' really looks like!' Petrified, Henry felt two elongated arms around his shoulders that were already shaking. The tall figure that had once been

"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.

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.

it means vampire, it has many names actually but the most well known is the vampire. I kept reading looking for the way to break the bondage bond but I started to worry as every time I read, I only found out that the only way to break it is with death, my heart flips in terror as I did not accept this, there must be some other way to get him off my back. —Book fanatic? I get a huge scare when he appears from the corner of my closet. "Holy shit seriously it's too creepy his appearances." He picks up the book that fell out of my hands from the scare, cocks a smile as he sees I was reading.

“It depends on who you ask. I’ve come across Zander, Mr. Stone, Sandman, and Gargoyle. Mostly The Sandman.” “That’s priceless,” Al said. I slapped the table. “Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about, The Boogieman and The Sandman?” “We have our little street names. I embrace mine, while Zander, The Sandman, tends to hate his nickname,” Al explained. “Zander can make most breeds fall asleep, except for Demons.” “And people call you The Boogieman why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

Long, slender limbs ended in delicate fingers, and their eyes glowed with an unnatural light—somewhere between the deep crimson of a vampire’s thirst and the piercing gold of a wolf’s gaze. Among them stood their leader, a striking figure with long, flowing blonde hair that cascaded down his back like a waterfall of silk. He exuded an aura of authority, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His eyes, a chilling shade of silver, locked onto Liam with an intensity that sent a shiver down Isla’s spine.

This was Lena's territory and she was bound to catch up to me. Lena laughs, a very horrid sound like shattered glass. “You will be Cathy, I promise.” With this, she walks away and almost immediately,the shadows seem to come alive. Slithering forms appear from the darkness, humanoid creatures unlike anything I have seen so far. Their pale bodies are hairless and deformed, their eyes soulless and dark.