Slenderman's Novels & Stories

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

*RIP* Using nothing but his senses, Mane identified the presence of the Slender Cat behind him. He locked on to the creature whose agility was already troubling him and kept it in his radar. Then curled his right elbow, with his spike pointing outwards and dove into the Slender Cat. In doing all this, Mane hadn’t turned to face the Slender Cat even once!

“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.

The soft amber light emphasized his pronounced cheekbones, giving his expression a striking intensity that was almost magnetic. With a casual grace, Skyler peeled off his shirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, revealing his lean arms—long and toned, showcasing just the right amount of definition. Each movement was fluid, exuding a quiet confidence that only added to his allure. He had a “sleeper build,” one that might initially come across as skinny, but was, in reality, a testament to his dedication to fitness.

That’s when he’d run into trouble. Their descent hadn’t exactly been uneventful either, Andrew could testify to that. Halfway down the shaft they spotted a figure above, standing and looking down at them... yet not really looking, because how could you look when your eyes were healed over? He’d begun following them anyway. At first they’d thought it was the Sleepers who’d broken through the locked double-doors, but then Jackson recognised his comrade hanging there—mask gone now, re-animated by the virus that was all around them. ‘Shit: Coleman.’ His voice echoed up the shaft and seemed to urge the man on, as he leapt into the shaft—though not onto the ladder. He seemed to be able to stick to

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

“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 faces. Because he doesn't have one. Camila thought that this story

They were both tall. The slender man rushed to her. He was fast, leaping over huger rocks. The rock guy on the other hand was distracting the Reaper, hitting it constantly with rocks. She just stood there, afraid and terrified, no idea what to do. The turmoil hindered her from thinking. These people are Badbloods, she said. Should she run? She wanted to but it's like her feet was chained to the ground. She can't move and was lost in the moment. The slender guy appeared beside and siezed her wrist. His hand was rough and calloused, but his touch was cold to her skin. She shivered in surprise. Up close, his brown eyes were deep and unreadable, his face was gentle and full of life. But now, he

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.