Slenderman's Novels & Stories

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

First Megumi and now the two of them’ he laughed to himself and looked for Megumi’s eyes in the crowd of people, but he caught Sachi’s and he winked at the older sister who glared hard. He went off to find more wine. “I don’t like him being here” Sachi told her sister. “He’s not doing anything”. “Yet” she sighed. “Sachi can you just calm down. My house isn’t on fire and everyone is still alive. Stop acting like he’s a demon”. “He’s not a demon. He’s a spawn of Satan”. “If he is, then what are we?” Megumi asked. Her sister again wasn’t thinking. “He’s human and nothing bad is going to happen during the remainder of his stay.

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

With a toothpick between his lips and hands buried in his pockets, he raised a single, sculpted eyebrow in question, silencing everyone. "Come on. Anything that you say to her," he paused, pushing himself off the locker and walking over, "You can say to me," he finished, his tone turning more menacing. "Hey S-Slim," she stuttered, looking flushed as he stood in front of her. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused by her sudden change in attitude. She had always been obnoxious to everyone else, but now, she seemed highly intimidated. Her cheeks turned red, and her friends slowly moved toward the nearest exit. Her boyfriend stood uncomfortably behind her, and I looked up at Hayden, wondering how he

Austin asked in surprise " What did you just say?!!" Lenora yelled " Maybe I guessed right,,you are not human. But you should really chill,, I may be worst than you will ever think " He whispered " That's not true,you are just human, I can smell it " Lenora yelled and the students passing by wonder what she's saying " You should try bringing your voice down,, you are so weird " Austin rolled his eyes and She was quiet Who the hell is this human?? " So,,you are not human. What are you?? Ghost?? Vampire?? Wolf?? Which one??" Austin asked

Shaman Khelben grabbed a few important things and rolled it into leather, tying it together. A month ago, shaman Khelben was sold to the enchantress but his captures didn’t know he was a shaman. Just as the enchantress was about to clear his memory with a spell, shaman Khelben reacted, and counter attacked. He managed to get away and only after running for half a day in his wolf form, did he realized that he was being followed by one of the enchantress’s pets. Even though prince Mano was under a holding spell; for some reason, when shaman Khelben attacked the enchantress with a shaman spell it set prince Mano free from the holding spell. For almost two decades the enchantress used have been

She clicked on the man's profile. The picture showed a really hairy man with a prominent unibrow. His profile name was 'Lycan Throb'. Obviously, that was a play on lycanthrope. For some reason, Nadine thought that the man was a real lycanthrope. Immediately, she replied his texts eagerly and they decided to meet at a nearby dive bar. Nadine set her phone down and smirked, this lycanthrope hunting thing was pretty easy. * * *

I say and then introduce myself. “Yes, but I don’t feel particularly like myself today. Do you know what is wrong with me? You mentioned on the phone that you might.” “We have been afflicted with the same thing. That woman you came across yesterday, she is not really a woman or rather I should say it is a soul eater. I know this is hard to comprehend and fathom, but she is a creature that has been here from the beginning of time as far as anyone knows and she feeds off souls. That is why you feel off.”

His smile was all teeth, like a predator dressed in silk. Lloyd stiffened at my side. Without looking at me, he leaned in and muttered under his breath, his voice a low warning. "You see that guy—the one with the hair straight out of a Whitewood Pack recruitment poster—stay away from him." His tone was more of a suggestion than command, but the bite behind it was clear. "He’s a male nymph in human skin. If it wears a skirt—hell, even if it doesn’t—he'll try to sleep with it."

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi