Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

To say I was surprised that I wasn't put in a cell for what I was, was an understatement. I was surprised and embarrassed. The Skinwalkers I fought ended up using their venom at some point when we fought, so I wasn't healing as fast. The Gamma's mate had to help me wash myself, since I could barely move without feeling sharp shooting pain. Skinwalker venom was dangerous and could cause a lot of pain, but if used in the right way could be used as a pain reliever, or paralytic agent or if mixed properly could be used as an anesthetic, or heat suppressant.

By the time he had his wits back, I had already locked the door behind us. When I turned, he saw my scar and recognition of his situation dawned on him. He began to shift. I stopped it with a quick kick to his throat. While he gasped for breath I broke his knee, dropping him down. From there it was a quick move to break his neck. As he died, his body shifted into a massive black wolf, lifeless on the bathroom floor.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

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.”

The black sap formed a thick, slick path along the rocks, almost breathing. “She’s here,” Sebastian murmured, teeth clenched. “Stay sharp.” The shadow that had guided them now appeared fully, hovering above the ground. Its form was tall, humanoid, but impossibly elongated, skin glinting like metal under the faint light. Lyanna was nearby, small and unharmed for now, her hands reaching toward the strange figure, giggling with innocence that made Sebastian’s blood boil. “Lyanna!” Sebastian bellowed. The wolves lunged forward.

I demanded. “That is a skinwalker!” he replied without explaining. He didn't need to. Every wolf knows what that means, it was a legend passed on for generations. If there is a skinwalker, right in its shadow, the blood suckers will thrive. If this is true, then we have a problem, a very big problem. Instead of heading to the entrance, Throgan headed further back, when he was about to reach the dead end he turned right and then put me down beside him. “Don't move!” he said.