Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

I could smell her arousal now, but something sweeter, more intoxicating invaded my space. “Hey neck-biter, how about you suck on something your own size?” My views snapped to the voice, and I knew they were now a sea of red. A gorgeous she-wolf with the most striking pair of blue eyes glared daggers at me. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, asshole.” She was like a dark angel with her shiny black hair and leather dress. Her lips were painted with the same shade of lipstick to match her eyeshadow and outfit. “Clarke, go find Miranda now!” “But I don’t want to, Velma,” Clarke whimpered.

“Scarlett… come here… come…” Scarlett’s body went cold, frozen in place. She blinked. The faceless girl vanished. And in her place appeared a crowd of grotesque men—laughing, grinning, and horrifying. These ones had faces—but the kind that haunt nightmares. Their skin was crawling with worms. Pus oozed from open sores. It was like something out of a horror movie. Scarlett couldn’t take it. She screamed and turned to run. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she pushed through, running as fast as she could.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

Shailyn yelled back. "YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD ME!" "WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD IT HAVE MADE!" Skylar sighed, running a hand over her head. "I think we should keep quiet before something jumps on our faces" And right on clue, something grabbed her leg, Skylar's eyes down, eyes widening as she saw a rotten arm gripping her ankle. "AHHHH!" She screamed, throwing her leg, and watched as the arm flipped off to a far distance. Skylar gasped, seeing Humanoid creatures coming out from the trees and eyeballs emerging out from the little pods around them.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

She watched the red fog close in around her, then screamed, "Help me! Please, someone help me! "Melanie Parker, you bitch! I won't forgive you, not even in death! I should have just killed you myself!" But before she could finish, the red fog engulfed her completely. The others watched the scene unfold in stunned silence. For a long while, no one dared to speak. When the fog cleared, only bloodstains and bones remained. The once-living woman was gone. "I want to go home…" Finally, one of them, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the floor. She sobbed uncontrollably, and just as her words trailed off, the red fog returned.

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

She said to herself, "Going out by foot seems to take morning or even noon for that matter!" She looked at the empty horse cart and said, "If I travel by this cart, I can get out of this forest quickly! Should I take this stranger's help?" Skyla had her eyes transfixed at Owen and thought, "Yes! I don't see him as being harmful!" Skyla swallowed hard and was about to call him but something in Owen caught her eyes and she zipped her lips together. Through wide eyes, she gaped at Owen's backhand and screeched in her mind, "Oh no! He is a Lycan!" A seamless gaze was concentrated on his tattoo of a human skull inside a wolf's body.

“No. It’s just looking. It doesn’t see us. I hope.” I held my breath, watching as the creature’s hollow, glowing eyes scanned the clearing. For a moment, it seemed like it was staring right at me, and I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my spine. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the skinwalker turned and slithered away. I let out a shaky breath, my knees weak with relief. “We need to go,” Yara whispered, tugging me along. “Now.”