Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

It was quiet as the girls shivered in their cages. “My third victim has arrived. Do not worry, my love. You won't be here for long as you are only temporary until my main meal is here.” I said as I grabbed a scalpel from the metal table. The cold object was placed on her cheek as I began to cut into her skin– making an x mark the spot. The woman woke up screaming in pain. She wiggled around, and the chains rattled, giving me a satisfying tingle.

A claustrophobic person like me can freak out from it easily so I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I don't want to die of a panic attack atleast. I was missing his body warmth already. Hugging myself and rubbing my arms. I try to stop shivering. But it was of no avail. The sound of water around me was scary and I felt like something was crawling up my skin from under the water. I move my hand on my thigh, trying to locate its source when my fingers touched something sticky and slippery. Gulping I scream when I pull it out to see a leach sucking onto my leg.

Dylan nodded beside me. “Then what should we do? They are hard to notice and they don’t have any scents. It is impossible to differentiate them from others; hell even humans have their unique signature. Skinwalkers are like ghosts. It amazes me that you could recognize his scent, which is nothing.” I cocked a brow. “I’m not your king for nothing Dylan, but to me, he smells like old worn leather.” He gave me a little bow of his head and we kept walking.

Making me scream in pure agony. It doesn't stop. It continues to claw me from the other side. Drawing a cross on my chest with his claws. And slowly. I feel my own blood pooling near my feet. My consciousness drifting. I was numb. I could feel his hot breath on my thigh. Where he kissed last night . To only feel my skin tear next. He has rooted his canines into them and pulled out of my skin. Scarring it red. Like a canvass. " Zan...Zander..."

The wagon stopped and the door of the wagon creaked open. Revealed were faces of people all looking at them. Some have horns, wings, fangs, and thick furs. Some have strange eyes and strange colored skins. Some also looked like completely human. They're all Badbloods and they're looking at them like a Reaper looking at its prey. Serra swallowed. It was dark already. The stars shone brightly in the sky along with the moon and the wind was cold as ice. Leni was the first to come down. She glanced at Niko and Viktor first before stepping down from the wagon.

The thing wearing the uniform shifted again, a ripple running beneath its skin that didn’t belong. “Not entirely,” Arthur added, his voice tightening. “It's what they call a skinwalker. Bad news.” “What the hell is a skinwalker?” “It means you don’t want to find out.” “I’m not running away and leaving you here alone.” The creature moved again, lunging with a speed that forced the decision out of me before I could think it through. Energy flared through me, sharp and immediate, driving outward as I struck him, the force catching him clean and throwing him back into the patrol car hard enough to dent the metal.

I showed her my scar of where the weird bite was. “Oh my God!” she screeched and looked at the bite. “It’s a vampire!” she said. I couldn’t stop my laughing. “Yeah, right, and I am Elena Gilbert” “I’m serious! There’s all these legends about them in Europe.” “Myths to scare children and tourists, I don’t believe it.” “Now, Skinwalkers, I have heard of those, and my friend had visual evidence, she used to live in the Appalachian Mountains in Tennessee. There’s a lot of evil creatures there for some odd reason.”

SIERRA When we pulled apart, Dante's eyes shifted, indicating someone was behind us. Just in time, I caught a flash of a short jet-black-and-red ombre wig and bronze skin disappearing from the lounge. Scarlett. I shot to my feet. "Oh no!" Bloody hell was more like it. My heart nosedived into my belly as the air thinned around me. I glanced at Dante, who had stretched his legs and spread an arm on top of the couch, more relaxed than ever.

These skulls were the skulls of Alphas. Meera leaned in close to her and looked her menacingly in the eyes. "I can promise you this. I will make sure to put your skull at the very top, a prized possession and very beautiful decoration. I might even use it to drink sometimes." Merera could see the fear that was leaking out of Scarlett's eyes and Scarlett had to admit that she did feel scared. The skulls were so much and they were all the skulls of alpha wolves, it was enough to make anybody scared and at the threat that Meera had issued, she felt a pang of terror in her. She knew that the witch always kept to her words. Whenever she set out to do evil, she would make sure that she saw it to t

Surrounding her were four creatures—my creatures. The skin walkers were grotesque, their bodies hunched and skeletal, with gray, leathery skin stretched too tight over their bones. Their limbs were long and twisted, their clawed hands scraping against the stone floor. Their faces were nightmares given form—eyes sunken deep, mouths filled with jagged teeth and unnaturally long, writhing tongues that licked across Aurora’s arms and neck. Aurora screamed again as one of them dragged its tongue across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind.