Slenderman's Novels & Stories

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

The woods were familiar. “Sounds like we hit the jackpot.” She said and pointed a random line and read it out loud. “When night slides down the light, he awakes from his slumber. His power, the one he fought for, he killed for isn’t too powerful to feed on corporeal bodies, now at these times, they say – the magic of white has trussed him in, but he feeds on minds, on dreams. He is the snake, the snake that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and fire and death.” She looked up. “Sorcerer, demon, I think this is the wolf-guy.”

Ricky reluctantly accepted the book, and looked up when he saw the slenderman trying to tell him something by its gestures. “...Do you want me to relay your farewell message to Noel?” He asked, guessing its true intentions. It nodded a yes, and waved to him and the still Noel before retreating back inside the dark corner of the forest. Still fazed, Ricky slowly peered at the books. They were all completely normal looking hardcover books. Was that creature have been borrowing them? He raised his eyebrow, astounded by how less scary he thought of the slenderman now.

We went to the small kitchen, and I sat on the chair in front of his counter. '' Have you eaten anything?'' ''No, but I am not hungry.'' '' I asked have you eaten I didn't ask if you were hungry. Have you seen yourself lately in the mirror? I am surprised you still are alive.'' he come closer and took my coat off and looked at me. ''You have to put some meat in those bones. You look like Slender Man," He says, then bursts into laughter. ''Ha ha ha really funny. Now stop it.'' I say this in a serious tone.

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

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. * * *

Stifling a laugh, I sit back and say, “Well, you already know that I am Jason. I want to know exactly how you found my number and know everything about her and what is going on.” Hesitating, he scans the room before stating, “I work with an organization called the Luminaries, we keep an eye on things that are older than humanity and that could eventually pose a threat to it. Your soul eater is just one of many and she has literally been around since the beginning of time as far as we can tell.”

Amelia’s POV So I’m proposed by a wolf, no, a werewolf. I don’t know. He looks nothing different from human beings, but he says he’s a werewolf. And he’s a damn rich one who owns a mansion. Is it reality or am I just dreaming?