Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

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.

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.