Skinwalker Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“A trail of disappearances and killings since 1992. It’s not a coincidence.” We all moved toward the pile, tension rising in the room. I flipped through the first few clippings, and a chill ran down my spine as I read the headlines. “Missing: Five people over a six-month period”. “Local youth found dead under strange circumstances”. “This is it,” I murmured, as the horror of what we were facing began to set in. The skinwalker had been active, lurking in the shadows of Dust Bowl, playing a twisted game with the town and its people. And we were about to learn just who it used to be.

The wet sound of skin and the sharp slap of his body against hers carried through the wall like the house itself was thin. I froze under the covers. Maya cried out again, higher this time, almost a sob. The bed kept slamming. My face burned. My body reacted before my mind caught up—heat flooding between my legs, nipples tight against my tank top, shorts already damp. Every moan she made seemed to land directly in my cunt. I pressed my thighs together and it only made it worse. I couldn’t stay in that bed. I got up barefoot and stepped into the hallway. The sounds were even clearer out here. Maya was moaning his name now, over and over, voice cracking. I walked past their door without stoppin

“Come look at this.” I wrapped the blanket tighter and joined him. Outside, in the glow of the lantern light spilling through the glass, a small white rabbit hopped through the deep snow near the cabin wall. It paused, ears twitching, then dug at something under the drift. “Just a rabbit,” Ethan said, voice warm with relief. He set the poker down and turned to me. “Scared the hell out of us over a damn bunny.” I laughed, the sound was shaky. “I thought someone followed us up here. Ryan or… I don’t know.”

Nyx couldn't sleep. The drawing of the Skinwalker from Corvus's research haunted her—a crude sketch rendered in brown ink that had faded to sepia over centuries. The figure was hunched, its limbs too long, its face a featureless void with hollow eyes that seemed to follow her even when she turned away. Abomination had been scratched beneath it in a spidery hand, the word carved into the parchment with enough pressure to leave grooves. Someone had watched the genocide of her kind and chosen that word. Someone had documented their destruction with clinical precision and called them abominations.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

I took a deep breath and continued, "I know it may sound ridiculous to some, but I can't help but feel that there's more to it than just a myth. There are accounts of people claiming to have seen werewolves, and I think there must be some truth to it." Travis didn't respond, instead, he turned up the volume on the TV, as if to drown out my words. I felt a twinge of frustration in my chest, but I tried to push it down. "Have you ever heard of the legend of the Skinwalker?" I asked him, hoping to pique his interest. "It's a Native American legend about a creature that can transform into any animal it wants, including a wolf. Some people believe that it's related to the werewolf legend."

He eyed her warily, like he thought her news would be fatal. "I'm not like you," she blurted suddenly. He wiped her spit off his face, before frowning. "I know, you're a girl..." "Not like that. I mean I'm not the same species as you," Juliette muttered, casting her gaze down. This caught his attention immediately. "I'm not going to continue to hide this from you...I'm what some call a Skinwalker, hence why I bled blue," she said softly, twiddling her hands on her lap. Jaxon tilted his head, looking confused.

Some years ago, when my husband and I started dating and she found out, she hacked my phone and sent him nudes, claiming to have done that just to test his loyalty. I was freaked out but my husband assured me that it was nothing to worry about and I let it slide but I hated Aunt Mira with everything inside of me. “Yes, I remember. With you sending him photoshopped pictures of your ass and all…” I said sarcastically. “Hold it. My body was not photoshopped. I have the most perfect curvy ass and slim waist.” She exclaimed,slamming her ass roughly with the bare part of the palm of her hand.

Sa loob nito ay naroon si Lotus Feet, Ghost Bride, at iba pang mga multong Intsik. Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa.

I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles. We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums. Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present. "Are you good Mike?" I called out trying to beat the whistling of the jungle, "your heart has been beating so loud, I can barely hear myself speak" I added to loosen up the mood. "Are you crazy?" He snapped back "Have you not heard the rumours?" His panting increased. "You mean, the rumours that brought us here in the first place?" T