Skinwalker Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“You don’t feel any shame? No guilt for what you did?” "You think I haven’t felt guilt?" His voice cracked, an edge of hysteria creeping in. "Since I’ve been hiding in the U.S., I haven't slept right! Every time I close my eyes, someone is there. That night, Katrina... I can’t escape it! That night when I accidentally killed people! And now—" He stopped, throwing his hands through his hair, yanking at it. “I’m seeing things. I think—no, I know I saw something. A skeleton wolf, maybe... no... it was larger. Darker. A lycan!” My breath caught in my throat. “Lupus,” I whispered, the name slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

In 1890, my great-grandmother Takoda was only a child when her ancestors told her stories while they huddled around the campfire with handmade blankets from buffalo hide. Later, she told my mother the same stories about humans who could walk on all fours and pale skins and drink your blood. Nowadays, no one talks about the past, which leads us to believe they are just scary stories the tribe elders tell for fun or to put fear into the youngsters so we won’t enter the woods outside our borders. However, I believe nothing they say. But my grandmother does and never lets my family forget it. I usually get grounded for laughing at her, thinking she’s a crazy old woman.

she says,” Is what I thought you were, what he had made. I look at the cover, in black, stamped ink the word Skinwalker, sits front and center. “Skinwalkers are myths, legends,” I say fingering the leather. “They are, but as much as what you are.” I give Althea a puzzling look, urging her to explain. “Skinwalkers are ancient shifters, rare, made by the coupling of ancient magic and a god who can transform. The books tell us that a Skinwalker is only born once every thousand years. Even then it is rare for one to be conceived.”

Surrounding her were four creatures—my creatures. The skin walkers were grotesque, their bodies hunched and skeletal, with gray, leathery skin stretched too tight over their bones. Their limbs were long and twisted, their clawed hands scraping against the stone floor. Their faces were nightmares given form—eyes sunken deep, mouths filled with jagged teeth and unnaturally long, writhing tongues that licked across Aurora’s arms and neck. Aurora screamed again as one of them dragged its tongue across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Any act of kindness out here was worth acknowledging. Soon enough, they started to talk. Stories, some funny, others dark. One spoke of a creature that prowled these woods, an ancient spirit that hunted lonely travellers and fed on their voices. Another swore that he once saw a woman in white walking just beyond the trees, her eyes hollow, her fingers covered in blood. The rider shivered and moved closer to me. But I didn’t move. I only listened, watched, and tried to determine whether these stories were meant to entertain us or warn us.

Before it could enter a snarl was heard and bones snapping followed by a bone chilling scream made my blood run cold as the skinwalkers body fell infront of the cave and was tossed inside it,. "Come out little one, I will not harm you." a deep and comanding voice could be heard outside the cave which made my bones shake aggressively. "I am not a skinwalker if that is what you are worried about, I am of like you." He says as my breathing evens out. I come out from hiding and the skin walkers body was no longer a body but a sack of bones and blood, it was disgusting.

came another masculine voice from the back row seat "I cannot say, not now at least, but I assure you it is something that would be of great benefit to us, it might us defeat the skinwalker when she returns." "PREPOSTEROUS!" some of the council members screamed out in unison enraged by Alexander's utterances, the skinwalker was a notorious witch able to transform herself into any animal she desired who was defeated and sealed a long time ago over thousands of years by the original Morbius and the second lycan shifter in history Luke Donavan, to mention or utter the name skinwalker was a taboo in the lycan race as the witch was not only feared but was also the witch responsible for cursing Mo

Instead, I am plagued by the nightmare of all nightmares… ‘I stand on a field covered in blood. There is smoke and fire everywhere and people are screaming as the fires melt away their skin. Realization and fear strike me like lightning when I see little Marlene, Nana and the young man, Hayden being burned alive. I try to run to them but somehow, I cannot move, I am immobilized. Someone or something has grabbed hold of my feet. I look down and to my horror, I see hands…no..these are not hands. Skeletons with decaying skin are clawing their way out from underground and gripping onto my feet. Their touch is putrid and vile and it takes all my strength not to vomit.

I exhaled, running a hand down my face. "Alright, what kind of story do you want to hear?" "How you and Mama met!" Skyla piped in. I'm sure they’ve heard this shit a thousand times, and because I had to fucking censor it, I don’t even remember what the fuck Kiara or I have told them before… "Right… So, I was chasing this monster, and it led me towards the Blood Moon pack territory, then I saw your mother who was this amazing white wolf with burning purple eyes. So, I killed the fucker and saved Kiara from being killed."