Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

She was also having the same thoughts, but she tried as much as possible to control her emotions. They went to the precinct immediately to inform the captain of their recent discovery. Sophia and her partner walked into the captain's office, their expressions serious. The captain looked up from his desk and immediately noticed the tension in the room. "What's the situation?" he asked, his voice steady. Sophia took a deep breath and began to recount the details of their investigation. "We received a tip from the wife of the first victim about the creature terrorizing Greenwood," she said. "The witness described the creature as a half-man, half-wolf."

She fixes a huge plate, immediately shoving food in her mouth. “Now, you were saying..” Wilder prompts her after a few minutes of her eating in silence. “Victor.. he started partying with these guys. Gangers. They supplied him. They were small time, so I wasn't scared or nothin'. But then they got in with this new crowd and some of these guys. I'm scared of them. They are big and mean.” Isolde finishes her plate, reaching for seconds. “Gangers? As in, members of a gang?” Wilder asks. Gangs? In small town Alabama?

"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."

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."

. Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 23😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "I should stop? Nat, when will you stop being so afraid of him? I know what he's doing to you but why won't you talk". He yells at me. "That asshole of a stepbrother is just using your fear against you by doing those horrible things".

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.

Nyx couldn't sleep. The drawing of the Skinwalker from Corvus's research haunted her—a crude sketch rendered in brown ink that had faded to sepia over centuries. The figure was hunched, its limbs too long, its face a featureless void with hollow eyes that seemed to follow her even when she turned away. Abomination had been scratched beneath it in a spidery hand, the word carved into the parchment with enough pressure to leave grooves. Someone had watched the genocide of her kind and chosen that word. Someone had documented their destruction with clinical precision and called them abominations.

There were no friends to make here, there was only predator and prey and she was no prey. There, she spotted the gangly squirrel and she pounced on it, ripping its throat apart. It wasn’t a squirrel of course. While she could have mistaken it for one thanks to the bushy tail, its face was more of a bizarre mix of a fish with a beak. She ate it anyway, no gift here came without double edges. Her stomach started to turn, heat up and roil as the creature fought with her body but when it finally settled down in her gut, she was full. She started to run for the pleasure of it and she couldn’t help but remember what happened the last time she did that. She had encountered the Skin walkers. Of all

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.