Slenderman's Novels & Stories

On the page a picture of the red masked guy pops up, and then in bold letters it says. Have you been seeing this guy everywhere you go? You're not the only one. Red Mask Man A.K.A Slyder, is somebody you don't want to see. Valtor is an immortal Necrif that portrays itself to be a Homo Sapien. It often creates itself to look like an average homo sapien to fit into your life, it can shape shift into many different forms but the one it uses the most is a high school student. We call Valtor an "it" because it changes from female to male, so it's not a he or she.

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?”

"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.

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.

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou

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.

It was the slenderman! His mind shouted at him. It was standing behind a tree initially, but suddenly scooted closer and stopped just a meter away from Ricky. Again, he assumed his stance while closing his eyes, expecting the slenderman to brainwash him. Instead of performing its usual inuendos of kidnapping a kid or hypnotizing an adult, it took out three books out of nowhere and handed it to Ricky. Ricky reluctantly accepted the book, and looked up when he saw the slenderman trying to tell him something by its gestures.