Are Skin Walkers Real Novels & Stories

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

"Jaxon is very young, and he doesn't know much about the world that he runs. He is the ruler of all Lycans, which happen to be the biggest Werewolf species in the world. He would never have seen a skinwalker before now." "Okay then...so is Ayla the Skinwalker here that happens to be 'watching' me?" "Yes. There is quite a few Skinwalkers here, a lot you can tell from simple observation." "What would that be?" "Every Skinwalker has a trait about them. The most common would be a blue birthmark. Although sometimes it can be blue streaks of hair. The more blue on a Skinwalker, the more power they have." "So Laila is pretty powerful?" Juliette asked, rembering the girls blue hair.

The thing wearing the uniform shifted again, a ripple running beneath its skin that didn’t belong. “Not entirely,” Arthur added, his voice tightening. “It's what they call a skinwalker. Bad news.” “What the hell is a skinwalker?” “It means you don’t want to find out.” “I’m not running away and leaving you here alone.” The creature moved again, lunging with a speed that forced the decision out of me before I could think it through. Energy flared through me, sharp and immediate, driving outward as I struck him, the force catching him clean and throwing him back into the patrol car hard enough to dent the metal.

This wasn’t the right time! “They must have been drawn in by my blood,” Aiden thought silently. Walkers were blind and relied only on two active senses – smell and olfaction. They had no taste but for some reason they were drawn to consume human flesh and blood, and the stronger the human, the greater the likelihood of drawing out a Walker with their blood.

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."

His presence seemed to command the very earth beneath him, but even that wasn’t enough to quench the rising of terror that surged through me. The beta, seated beside me, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if preparing for a casual workout. “This will be fun,” he said, grinning at the sight of the advancing creatures. Fun? Was he insane? I signed frantically, “We need to leave! They’ll kill us all!” He shook his head, his grin widening. “Not with the Alpha here. He’s stronger than all of them combined.” I wanted to believe him, but the skinwalkers were creatures of nightmares—beings that thrived on bloodlust and destruction. They were nearly impossible to kill, their power unmatched

Goosebumps traveled through my bare skin, making me rub my arms up and down to get rid of them. Although nightcrawlers exist only in the legend, I still feel like it had been true. It's not entirely impossible. I mean, take werewolves for example. Right upto now humans still believe werewolves aren't true. That we only exist in fantasy novels or lame movies but not the real world. Guess what? They're wrong. The forest was now eerily silent, and no matter how much I try to squint and look around, I couldn't see shit. I knew I was alone. If there's anybody around I would have sensed it, but this voice...

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.

"It's like this; I had some time to read over everything that's been happening. Not just with this last attack, but with everything that has been going on while I had my head buried in the sand, and I noticed a pattern." "I've watched hours of YouTube videos about how I'm being stalked, how my every move is being replicated. Everyone thinks it's harmless, but according to the legends I grew up hearing about from my nana, the shit sounds more like a Skinwalker situation to me. Like this witch wants to be me." "The fuck is a Skinwalker? You mean like the movie?" "Look it up." "You still haven't told me what it is that you're going to do, chicklet."