Slenderman's Novels & Stories

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.

“Come on, Azea, let’s leave the boys to make noi–“ She caught a tentacle, just inches from her face. It wriggled as she squeezed until it caught fire. The purple flame sizzled and shot out to the source. It revealed a Slenderman shrouded in shadow. It caught fire as it shrieked and fell to the ground. Willow looked around. It was quiet. Too quiet. Then he saw the sky was pitch black. They were still in a subspace. Trapped. The burning Slenderman illuminated a dozen more. “Right.” Tony said. “You guys have to show me how strong you are.”

Lucas gestured for her and Zane to take two of the three remaining seats, and took the last chair himself. The Vampires were all menacing individuals. A quick glance around the room let Jo know without a doubt she wouldn’t be able to fight her way out of this room, not even assuming they had no scandium bullets to kill Zane and that Eliza and Lucas fought with her. Of the twelve, nine of them were male. The majority of them were broad shoulder, tall, menacing figures. A couple were smaller guys, but they had shifty looks about them, like they could weasel their way out of any situation. Of the three women, two made Jo look like a dainty little lady, they were so tall and muscular, and the th

His tone was like ice, stripped of anything human. This wasn’t the Alexander who tucked the blanket over me before leaving in the morning. The one who took me outside when I couldn’t stand being shut in. The one who stood beside me when I was scared, who made sure I ate. That man was gone. Standing before me was the Wolf Slayer, the cold, precise killer who had ended so many lives. The title alone sent a chill crawling down my spine. “I want to know why he was here when I told you I didn’t want you two together.”

Spotting Slater she walks over to him and he looks uninterested. “Am I supposed to know who this is?” he asks. “No, child. You do not. I am the creator of all who stand here. I am the only one here who can release what you were never meant to hold” she says to him. She reaches out to touch him and we all look on as he starts to glow a deep red shade. He screams as he is surrounded by light why she looks on. Light flows up from in a blinding blue tone that starts to take shape. A young man appears before our eyes and looks around the room as he floats to the ground.