Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

I was just an inch away from grabbing her hand. “No don’t” A force yanked me back before I could touch her, right before me, Rose transformed into a monster with a grayish skin with long arms and legs. It has glowing orange eyes, its sharp teeth and claws bared out—-A skinwalker. I stood rooted to the ground, my legs grew weak, I couldn’t run neither could I scream. I just closed my eyes, welcoming my date. I heard a painful roar and I snapped my eyes open, a bright light illuminated in the room, the skinwalker was gone. The beautiful princess came in her full glory.

She said, seeing him raise a brow with interest. "Go on." He nodded for her to continue. She bit her lip, looking around the dining room again. The other patrons appeared to be too involved with their own conversations to take any heed in what they were discussing, but Amira didn't want to risk anything. She shifted herself dangerously close to him, lowering her voice a bit to not draw attention to herself, "Even though we do go after the big names: Vampires, Werewolves and Dark Witches, we also take down creatures that hide in their legends. For example," She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "last summer while Jax and I were traveling through New Mexico, we took down a Skinwalker that kept imp

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Almost stumbling from the cliff, I closed my eyes as I saw a stone falling, making me look at the skinwalker in front of me with shock. "Well, this is good. You know I was really missing this fear in your eyes. Don't you know that we dark people, skinwalkers, and demons feed on the fear of people around us? Do you know how hurt I felt when I didn't see that fear in your eyes," She said as she gripped my chin, and I looked down as she floated in the air. It was obvious if one of us was to fall into that lava, it would be only me.

Alpha Kade lunged towards Callum again but before he could get to him, a snarl unlike any sound Scarlett had ever made tore from her throat. Instinct took over her to protect Callum no matter what. Her body suddenly began to contort and shift, bones cracking and reshaping as she let out a scream that turned into a growl from deep down her throat. The full moon shone even more brightly. Her clothes shredded into pieces as thick, silvery-white fur erupted across her skin. In a matter of moments, where Scarlett had been kneeling, a magnificent Snow White wolf now stood.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

HAZEL POV. I saw everything that night. The second that gunshot rang out, I bolted. My legs moved before my mind did. I ran straight for the garden, heart pounding, dread clawing at my spine. And there they were. Jake, Liz, and Ariana. Jake had his back to me. His hand out, trembling slightly. Liz was frozen. And Ariana… she looked like the devil. Holding a gun—aimed right at Liz. But then Jake did it—he took off the mask. And I saw his face. All of it. The side he always kept hidden, even from the world that once worshipped him. The scars—it was brutal. The lines were jagged, uneven… a silent kind of suffering.

I swiped my hands at the men who stood before me, making them hit the way of my office with a thud. They recovered quickly but I already got my gun out of my drawer by that time. I shifted back, my fingers wrapping around the gun properly. Good thing was, it was filled with silver bullets, one shot to the head, they were gone. The two of them looked at each other, their body morphing into their wolf form. Then I saw their eyes. Blood red. They were rogues from the Black Moon pack.

Meanwhile drake was on his way to deliver the message he was sent, he skillfully maneuvered his way through the border of the Mystic Shadow pack until he got to a cabin. Skyler had asked him to find the cabin at the border of the mystic shadow pack, a man named Lucas with dirty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes and scar on the left cheek resides there. He was about to raise his hands to knock when the door flew open and a young man appeared, grabbing Drake by his neck and slamming him on the floor instinctively. Rogues are nothing short of bad news and Killing them was the first thing that came to the mind of a werewolf.