Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

And as if they were of the same mind, they all started licking Anom. Anom, who had been weak to tickling his whole life, felt like he was in a torture chamber. His voice sounded as if he were laughing and crying at the same time. The creatures took this as a sign of enjoyment as they included their nimble tail in this tickle tackle. He felt like he could die from laughing right now. Anom would have preferred it if they had decided to eat him instead. The creatures stopped after enjoying themselves enough, while Anom kept lying while taking deep breaths as he tried to suppress the horror he had just been through.

Finley orders one of the medics, even as she draws her weapon—a silver-edged blade that should be effective against almost any supernatural entity. I mirror her movement, unsheathing my own knife as we approach the open doorway cautiously. The scent hits us before we reach it—that metallic-wrong smell that marks the Skinwalkers, mixed with the familiar copper tang of fresh blood. Inside, destruction greets us. File cabinets overturned, documents scattered, display cases shattered. And in the center of the chaos, a figure that at first glance appears human—a middle-aged man in Forest Trails pack colors. Except his movements are wrong. Too fluid, too mechanical simultaneously. And his eyes—a s

the woman screamed. The woman quickly approached them, but Tyler blocked himself. It shocked the woman when she lifted and threw her back next to the man. The skinwalker was shocked at what he had done to Axen, and Raven would have escaped her Katana behind the skinwalker and penetrated it to his chest. The creature vomited blood and looked at Raven. There was a shock to his reaction, so Raven felt guilty.

The Skinwalker- It stood tall and imposing, its eyes glowing red. The skinwalker cocked its head to the side. "I've been watching you”. "The last time we met, I left you with a scar," “And I felt your fear,don’t think you can scar me” The skinwalker let out a low growl, its eyes flashing with anger. "I will not run this time” “Stay away from Liam,he has something that belongs to me” “I only came to give you a warning,the next time,you won’t be alive to even get a warning”

He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal. “Cheryl?” Katherine called through the cloud of mist and dancing rain. “Don't let us leave you,” Cassandra added. “I'm over here?” She hailed back to them as she peeked over her shoulder in the direction of her friends. She slowly turned her head towards the wounded beast-man again, only to see him sitting upright. Her body froze in place because of the sinister look he had on his face. “You should have stayed in the car, little girl," he flashed her a wolfish grin. Before Cheryl could blink, he stretched his hand out, with his claws sharpened to dangerous points and then he slashed Cheryl acr

Cold as winter steel. Another had curls of inky black and quiet eyes that seemed to see too much. The third—a tall woman with deep brown skin, a jagged scar along her face, and eyes full of storm. And then the weird man that bit her yet unwilling to leave her side. Together, they all looked like something out of an ancient warning - the kind carved into stone and forgotten by time. And then, the dark took her again.

"I'm glad we're on the same page. Now, be a dear and lead the way. Oh, and you—skinwalker—you're coming too." He jabbed a finger at Lina. "She's not involved—" I croaked, dragging myself to my feet. "You're still defending this thing?" Jack's grin twisted into something crueler. "What an idiot. Haven't you figured it out, or is your brain that tiny? Don't you know that skinwalkers attract all kinds of predators out there?" I clenched my jaw. My head was spinning and I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to think about that right now.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

I thought werewolves can run faster than horses? The horse ride only took minutes. It led us to a small wooden cabin standing beside a huge rock. Alarick looks like he’s in a rush that when he gets off the horse, he doesn’t seem to notice my presence. I just follow his lead. I think this is the best time for me to just shut up. “Just in time,” a woman said right after I stepped inside the cabin. I inspect the woman. She has a hideous expression. Her hair looks greasy, but her eyes are sanguine, like snakes.

I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here. For I couldn't afford any scandals over this. It was too weird a situation. "Please, please wake up" I whispered this like a mantra as I held the man and watched him intently. His veins were still visible on his neck and jaw and his eyes were shut but I didn't give up. I held my wrist over his mouth and continued begging him to wake up. After what felt like four minutes, the veins on his neck began to vanish and the man dragged in a ragged breath as he held my wrist firmly and buried his fangs into them.