Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

“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.”

I replied, and stilled. The scarfed man did likewise. “Stop!” He called out to the others. “What?” The bearded man asked. “The sand moved,” the scarfed man replied. “The sand always moves,” the woman replied. The sand shifted, rising up, and then settling down, as if something large had moved up and then gone down again. “Admittedly, not like that,” she amended drawing her wickedly hooked knives. With a deafening screech, something horrifying surged out of the sand, seized a mouthful of my skeletons, before diving back into the sand as if it were water, scattering bones in its wake.

I sprayed my seductive cocktail mists and perfumes, making sure that all parts of my body was drenched in it and I came out of the bathroom, the first thing hitting me was the slow sounds. I starred blushing as I walked into the room but I blushed even harder when I saw Tim, Dave and Lionel all naked, their dicks wagging to the side and forward and their chests all oiled up. I froze for some seconds and looked at all three of them, swallowing hard and biting my lips very tightly. This was more than a dream come true. This was my biggest fantasy coming to life. “Are you just gonna stand there and gawk at us or are you going to come over and suck our dicks?”

Skulls—both human and werewolf—were on long sticks, their empty eyes looking into the distance. I felt heavy inside as I looked at the eerie scene. The skulls moved a little in the breeze, and each one seemed to have its own story of suffering. The human heads looked like they were in pain, while the werewolf skulls had something strange about them, with bits of fur making them scarier. The wind made the bones scrape against the wood with a creepy sound. The smell of death and rot filled the air, making me feel scared and sick. It was clear—Swiftclaw ruled by making people scared, and this scary scene was meant to show how strong he was.

Ordinary wolves would have died from an ambush of three to four Skinwalkers. "You should rest a bit," I said, patting his fur gently. "We don’t have time, Luna Ember. We need to get out of here." To my surprise, he was able to mind-link me. I didn’t know why, but his wolf seemed agitated, scared of something. He wouldn’t stop looking around, as though something might appear out of nowhere and snatch me away. He wasn’t even scared when the Skinwalkers attacked us in the car. What is he so scared of?

Carie spoke in a low tone in my mind, I could feel her tail wagging anxiously. “What do you mean? What the fuck is that?” I asked again, feeling agitated all of a sudden. “It's a skinwalker. They were dark creatures who were locked away from the face of the earth by the magic of the moon and the powers of the Moon Goddess.” My eyes widened in horror as I heard Carie. I was confused before because I was definitely not expecting to see a skinwalker in my life time, or until the doom was among our world.

"About how, when my sister and I were little, they would take us to that shop every Sunday for fresh blueberry muffins, and we'd go for a hike together as a family." "Why did you stop going?" She blinked away from the shop, looking up at Shadow instead. "How did you know we stopped?" "You said 'when we were little,' my dear." Scar pulled her gaze from his inquisitive eyes, staring down at the brown boots he'd given her and at the cracks in the sidewalk beneath them. "She died when I was young." "I'm sorry," Damon said, his voice gentle and sincere. "What happened?" "It was a wolf , I initially thought it was a ghost ." Scar could still see it so clearly in her mind, even though it had happen

I was cornered. While the skeleton continued to advance on me, I shut my eyes and shook my head. “This isn’t real… This isn’t real…” The sound of bones rattling toward me was replaced by the sound of those very bones being kicked to the floor. I opened my eyes to see a large figure in the dark, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, standing over the skeleton as it writhed and kicked on the floor. It swiped a bony hand at the figure and slashed it in the thigh, but the figure retaliated by picking the skeleton up by its throat -- well, where its throat would have been, if it had flesh.

"For now, she's in the Pack and she is an Alpha. The Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack." "Vivian or Linda?" I asked, confused. "Vivian," he said, rolling his eyes. "She is helping with the situation with the undead." "Undead?" I asked. "I heard the guard at the entrance gate saying something about it. What happened here?" Corvin scowled in response. "Those bastard Outlanders happened. They seem to have gotten onto some kind of sorcery that allows them to animate what I assume are corpses, making them move and fight like they're living. Even worse, they don't die when cut. They seem almost invincible in that right."

“It’s dangerous. There are skinwalkers out there.” Skinwalkers? My brows furrowed. “I’ve never heard of that. What… what are they?” “Witches in disguise,” he replied blankly. “They take the form of werewolves.” The revelation sent a chill down my spine. New. Terrifying. Real. “Oh…” My voice was thin. I lowered my eyes, biting down on my lip. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll stay out of trouble.” The air between us thickened, tense and fragile.