Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

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.

He turns from her and walks over to stand in front of me. I didn’t see it until too late as he picked up a whip. I just caught the reflection of light as he swung his arm out and then whipped it back, making it slash across my abdomen. I scream out loud and in my head as small silver hooks embed themselves into my skin and then tear at it as he pulls it back, just to slash me with it once more. He then drops it back to the floor and turns his attention back to Skylar walking up and punching her in the stomach.

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.”

Don’t…’ Niru warned me and stopped me from moving forward. ‘What the hell, Niru!’ He shook his head. ‘That’s not…that’s…’ I moved closer to where the fighting had moved to and watched. There were five werewolves, two of which were wounded pretty bad. It was easy to pick out Skylar. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail but it was the same nearly white-blonde that Mom had. She was also the shortest out of the entire group. However, her eyes were completely black. The smile she had on her face was that of a monster playing with their food. My paws froze in the ground.

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

The Lycan King in his true form was a sight to behold, and for a moment, even the skinwalkers hesitated. “Stay in the car,” the beta said again, his tone more serious this time. He opened the door and stepped out, his own transformation beginning as he joined his Alpha, his wolf quite small compared to Drake's. I was left alone, my heart pounding as I watched through the window. Drake moved with terrifying speed, his claws slicing through the air as he tore into the first skinwalker that lunged at him. The creature let out a bone chilling scream as it fell, its body dissolving into ash before it even hit the ground.

Staring at the approaching Kiko who was being chased by the Mustang Spider, Yman steadied his breathing. Watching that person's gaze to him, and the way he lured the monster towards him, he was 99% sure that this idiot was up to something not good. Kiko was grinning inside seeing that Yman was standing alone in a safe distance at their back. He was not in resonance with his deity. What a perfect scenario to kill this frog. If the Mustang Spider able to collide at him. For sure he was dead meat!

All five of them stopped what they were doing and stared at my frightened face. They all took a whiff of the air and they seemed to realise something. " Do you smell that?" Asked the ginger head to no one in particular " Yeah...he smells like one of us. Like a werewolf" said the dark haired one They all eyed me suspiciously and took a More threatening stance. If they were scary before, they were worst now. " You said he is your son. You gave birth to him" The blonde one said in disbelief " Yes i did. Don't you dare touch him" I said

Beneath it, hidden from the world, his mark throbbed faintly, like a cursed brand burned into my very soul. My skin was rough there now—scarred, claimed. It had been a week. Seven full days since Killain's wolf had sunk his teeth into my flesh, chaining my fate to his without permission, without tenderness. I shivered, unwanted memories clawing up my spine: His silver eyes still haunted me—sharp enough to slice skin, burning with a rage and possessiveness that made my entire body shiver even now. No matter how many times I tried to scrub the memory from my mind, it clung to me like a second skin.

It was about to continue it's step when it was suddenly stabbed by dozens of arrows sticking out it's back, and letting out a loud roar it turned backward at Scarlett who stood at a branch on a tree with a bow and arrow held elegantly in her hands while her fiery red hair swayed rhythmically by the wind, she looked fierce, beautiful and breathtaking like the mythological goddess Athena. PS: The skinwalker is knowledgeable of the banshees extinction by taking bits of the memories of Alexander.