Skin Walker In The Woods Novels & Stories

The other figures — the shadows, the twisted versions of their friends — stepped closer, their eyes hollow and cold. “You can’t leave,” Nadia hissed from behind them. “Not now. Not after you’ve heard the call.” In that moment, as Lily’s screams echoed through the woods, the ground cracked open entirely, swallowing her whole. The others reached out, desperate to save her, but it was no use. WildWood had claimed her. Jake stood frozen, his chest heaving with disbelief. But in the silence that followed, he could hear it again — that twisted laugh. The forest was waking. It was hungry.

The air felt heavier now, as if it carried more than moisture—something invisible and watching. His backpack lay half-buried in the sand, soaked but intact. He fished out the leather-bound notebook he’d carried everywhere since he was thirteen—the one with the stories, the nightmares, the dreams he could never fully explain. Inside were drawings of forests that bled, oceans that whispered, and a woman with hollow eyes and hands covered in roots. He had drawn her before he ever heard of WildWood. Before he heard the name Emily. Before he knew that she was family.

he rasped. As I moved towards Kaida, Malachi leaped to his feet, morphing into his wolf form. He was a blur of pearly white in my peripheral vision, darting into the darkness the skin-walker had emitted. The blackness was thickening, spreading. We had to get out fast before it completely enveloped us all. Thousands of eerie screeches echoed as the skin-walker convulsed in reaction to the talismans we had stamped against his body. The blackness dissipated soon after, leaving behind only shredded pieces of his body.

I growled and shut him out pulling up our walls. Cracking my neck I sped off into the distance, my blood burned for blood and the thrill it carried. Parking I strode into the woods, “Over here” Jax waved as I approached. “Thanks for the heads up.” I smiled, “Anytime Prez” he offered a tight smile. “Hello to you too” Mika’s voice was laced with sarcasm. “Thanks. What are we hunting?” “Anything, Stan made mention of this woods being the unpredictable one, the one with nearly all its wild life extinct.”

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

“Silas is watching us.” Aria stopped. “How do you know?” “Because I would be.” As if on cue, a figure stepped out from behind a jagged rock formation fifty paces ahead. Tall, lean, with hair bleached white by sun and time. His clothes were patched leather and scavenged metal, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. A scar ran down his left cheek, old but clean. Silas. He didn’t look surprised to see them. He looked tired. “Took you long enough, Blackwood,” Silas called out. His voice was rough, like gravel. “And you brought the traitor’s daughter.”

The full moon hung bright over the Blackwood Forest, turning the pines into silver silhouettes. Ranger Kira Novak moved quietly through the underbrush, rifle slung over her shoulder more for bears than anything else. The pack of wolves she’d been tracking for months had gone silent the last two nights, and the howls she’d heard earlier weren’t normal. Too deep. Too… human. She should’ve turned back at dusk. Instead she kept going, boots soft on the needle-covered ground, flashlight off. Something pulled her deeper.

"Shit, you're dumber than I thought." "Shut up," I snapped. "Aw, he's mad! Guess that means it's true, huh? You're still in love with the pretty little nightmare." More laughter followed. Then two of the guards started going off. "Who the hell trusts a skinwalker anyway?" "His dumbass did! I mean, come on. You really see a disgusting creature in the woods and go, 'Yes, perfect mate material!'" "Right? Doesn't matter how hot they are if they're eating your grandma when your back's turned."

a Delta clan member said, and I shook my head. " Alpha Selene told me she was attacked in the woods the first time she came here, and she said they were plenty. She also brought it to my attention that Gamma Sylvester and her sensed people were living in one of the cabins that Glover built. My father said they stayed in a couple of cabins in the woods too. I think we should check the cabins " I suggested, careful to address Sam the way they addressed her. I didn't want to offend anyone, They were already angry about answering to a lesser wolf.

he said touching the fading lines on his chest. Exchanging playful banter with Skylar we headed towards the pack-house. Xavier met us halfway when a filthy smell stopped us in our tracks. Turning to the source was a small dirty grey wolf along the tree line of the woods. The wolf was no bigger than average, way smaller than a beta and warrior wolf. Snarling the rabid wolf stepped forward in our direction, Skylar placed a protective stance in front of me as the rogue ran towards us, its paws pounding the dirt forcefully each time they landed.