Slenderman X Zalgo Novels & Stories

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

I whined, my teeth chattering. "You are the strongest werewolf in the history of the Blood Moon Pack. You are a rare hybrid. My name is Zoe. Your Dragon-Vampire beast from the Moon goddess. We can kill Dracula the Demon King and his whole demons, but I'm caged at the moment!" I heard the voice again. It sounded hopeless. "Get off that cage, then let's destroy that devil!" I yelled but heard no voice again. "Zoe! Zoe!" I screamed at the top of my voice, but there was nothing but dead silence.

Xander says grinning at me. “Wait. What?... and you didn’t tell me?” He just laughs, “Who knew you were such a gossip.” I stick my tongue out at him and he leans forward to kiss me. We linger for a while before we get out of the car. Before our feet even touch the ground, someone opens the main door and Zola and Stella come bounding out the house at full speed. “My babies!” I grin delighted to see them. The puppies whimper and sniff me as if sensing that something was not right before licking my face.

“You know it. That is why you play bar games instead of coming home.” “Home made me rogue,” Zane said. “Home can unmake it,” Harlan said. “Bring her. Tonight after your circus. We sit. We see. If she folds, you fold with her. If she stands, maybe I stop Zara’s pack from using my name on their posters.” Zara’s smile slipped a fraction. So she had borrowed teeth that were not hers. “I did not agree to share credit,” she said. Harlan did not look at her.

“Let me work, woman! I already got written up once and I’m one slip away from getting fired for cause. If anyone sees me laughing now, I’m done. We’ll talk later, I promise. But without an audience, okay?” Zoe placed a hand dramatically over her chest. “I swear. But I want every detail. No skipping commas, no changing intonation. I want to know the rival’s underwear color if possible.” Celina shook her head, still smiling. “Marruá Panther… that’s a new one.” Zoe was already halfway out the door but spun around dramatically to add: “And a powerful one! Panther in heels and a blazer. A legend was born today!” Celina laughed again, lighter this time, more alive.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

As we walked further ahead, we arrived at their home. Many of the houses the serpent clan had left behind had been blown down by sandstorms, leaving only a few broken-down structures. In one courtyard, an old beastman with a broken leg was dragging himself around, stirring something in a pot. Nearby came the sharp, abusive voice of a beastwoman—the same withered one from before. The old beastman seemed fed up with listening to her. He grabbed a fire poker and swung it at her, and she fought back just as fiercely.