Slenders Family Novels & Stories

Adam burst out, “Bullshit! You’re just a Grandmaster who has just ascended. Do you think you’re invincible in this world? The masters in the Coleman family are as great as the skies. So what if you’re a Grandmaster? We’ll still kill you!” Suddenly, a group of fierce-looking warriors came rushing in. Thump, thump thump! They were all elites of the Stoermer family, and everyone was drenched in blood, surrounded by a murderous aura. When Adam saw this, he felt his heart shatter. As for Wesley, he fell to the ground on his butt. It looked like his soul had left his body. “We’re finished; the Coleman family is finished!” Zayn let out a cold laugh, his hand snapping outward.

But over five years of living together, Adriana had grown used to Chris's presence—so used to it that dependence quietly took root. He was her only family in this world. Her only tie. She had once thought that spending her life this way wouldn't be so bad… until a week ago. Chris's former fiancée, Joan Hill, returned to the country—bringing with her a little boy just over four years old. The boy had the Slater family's unmistakable traits: pale skin, deep-set eyes, and rosy, thin lips. Chubby as he was, his bearing was uncannily similar to the Slater brothers'.

It’s as if everything is real and not just a memory. I tell Rain how my father sword-trains me, and how Agia mocks me. I tell her about my brother and my mother. My mate leans close to me and holds my hand. She tenderly caresses my arm, chasing away the powerful grief aiming to overtake me. “But now, they’re all gone,” I murmur, emotions clogging my voice. “The day the Slayers began their preemptive strike, I and my family were all here. Including Marcel and his father. Then the slayers launched an attack on us using advanced weapons…”

Surprisingly, unlike most lords, this young man is not pompous nor pretentious. Nonetheless, the young man radiated an air that drew everyone's attention to him. He didn't behave like the many nobility who would only speak and accomplish nothing. "Ethan Slayer…" The village chief hummed. "Slayer. Could it be a member of that clan?" The Slayers were not well-known in the north. But it was a different story for the mighty Ifrit family, and the Slayers were a vessel of the Ifrit family. Even the isolated village they lived in in the midst of the forest knew about them.

The Sloane family was a well-established family with a deep foundation, but more than twenty years ago, the family was so weakened by a civil disturbance that it fell apart and collapsed. Oddly enough, the Sloane family survived eventually and got even stronger than before. However, Grandpa Sloane cleaned up the family and made it more low-key. Over the past two decades, the Sloane family had long been out of sight but was still a colossus that others did not dare to provoke. “Mr. Sloane.” Pondering for a bit, Hazel used a distant and polite address. She was also afraid that she might incur his dislike by being too friendly.

A month later, armed with my genuine near-perfect scores, I got my acceptance letter to Harvard. As the only legal heir, I took over the board of our family empire. "Throw them all out." Sitting in my grandfather's CEO chair, I gave my first order to the head of security. Chloe was dragged out of the penthouse by security, screaming and cursing my name. Mason cried like a baby, kneeling and begging me for a chance. Cousin Brianna stayed arrogant, claiming I was destroying the family. I didn't give any of them a second glance.

What matters to us is our family, our brotherhood. We the Skyler brothers are the werewolves that attack as a pack, none of us are rogues since we seven siblings lived together since birth. We were cursed when a full moon came. Our physical appearance changed, it was very scary that I thought that we would stay like that forever, but we learned that we are wolf-shifters. We can change at any moment that we want.

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Julian said nothing. He stood up, walked over to Elara, and held out his hand to her. "Come with me." He led her through a deep corridor to the family cemetery behind the castle. Moonlight poured like water onto the grass. Here lay the patriarchs of the Thorne family, and their cherished partners, buried through the generations. Each tombstone was etched with the family crest – a sword entwined with thorns. Julian took Elara to see his parents' tombstone, formally introducing her as his beloved.