Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

She grabbed her little lamp and turned around. She was still lying on the ground and froze, and her eyes widened when she saw a wolf with dark fur like its eyes, quite huge in body, and there is a frightening scar on the side of its face that gives it an appearance. More scary! She woke up from her shock when he approached her to scream at the top of her voice, and she could not stand and ran to escape; fear made her unable to move! "No, no," she whispered, her tears streaming down as sweat gathered on her forehead when she saw him approaching her with great solemnity and calm, and he didn't care.

I stood alone in the middle of the hall utterly immovable, rooted in place. I won't let this happen under my watch! As the last bits of Elias's form melted into a swirling, shapeless mass, a rotten smell of decay and black magic washed over the hall. This made some of the people there gag and dizzy. For a pause, the still-shifting shape seemed to hold an undecided, almost alive evil behind its grotesque changing form. Then, with a sound like a thousand suffering souls crying together, the skinwalker's true form burst out in a fountain of rancid guts and tainted essence.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

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

I asked her, moving closer. Lyric protectively crosses her arms, and I can see her recalling her memories. “He didn’t have a scent for starters. And not from using a masking spray. His eyes were a strange mustard color and his skin,” She shudders with revulsion. “His skin was a washed-out gray, ashy. He moved in complete silence and his teeth…” She lifts her hand to her mouth and points to her own. “They were sharp like needles, yet smaller than a Werecats. I had never seen canines like that. And he moved fast. He made my wolf nervous, and she doesn’t get nervous.” Lyric admits. “Skinwalker perhaps?” Tawny asks.

Mine and Grace's bullies were with him, I stopped and sat down which made his smile grow wider in a creepy fashion. He did not look normal, it was like if he was possesed by something, the smile was so uncanny and it made me and Cher nervous. "That is not our mate...that is a Skinwalker!" Cher stated as she began to run back to the rogue pack to escape the monster that tricked us into going near their territory and not our old pack.

We walked into the girl's ward to see her on her bed staring into space. She flinched In shock noticing a presence In the room, I rolled my eyes in disgust getting irritated by her behaviour. I know I'm supposed to be nice or show empathy but 'ugh' I just hate woman with pale white skin, I prefer ladies with a darker skin like Whitney. Pale white skinned women look like they would snap if they are touched. "Stay still missy, so I can get this thing over with" I said within gritted teeth but instead she moved back in fear.

It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed. X wasn’t fast enough to dodge this time. The skinwalker’s clawed hands sank into his shoulders, tearing through his jacket like it was paper. A sharp, guttural growl erupted from the skinwalker as he shoved X backward, sending him crashing into a pile of rocks. X slammed into them with a sickening thud, the sharp edges digging into his skin.

Brian aired some bullets into it and it bled out a white like secretion that looked more like a white liquid and left me somewhat speechless. "the skinwalkers are to be feared and your pack, would soon be home to ours," he said as I tore my claws into his neck, ripped its flesh open as it fell to the floor, weak, tired and homeless as it morphed into it's true have, having its morbid head and the legs like that of a human, black in color, its boy like that of a fish, had furs like a human, terrible to look at. "what the fuck?!" Brian yelled as he fell to the floor, startled at the scene before him.

I hate the way Sienna shrinks from me, the way Maya looks like she is about to cry, the way I’m suddenly the worst scum in the room. “You don’t,” I admit. “All I can do is tell you what I know.” I pause, remembering. “But this year—” They look at me expectantly. “—This year, it hasn’t been us. I’ve seen something else in the woods. Creatures with pale skin and sharp teeth. They have eyes that glow at night. They don’t hunt deer. They watch. I’ve felt them. My men have seen them, too. We avoid them, but…” I shrug helplessly. “Maybe your wolves are running into them.”