Skinwalker Scary Novels & Stories

"No questions asked, just move." "Only if you do the same," I shot back. As I spoke, I let my eyes take in the scene in front of me. Scattered about the area were wendigos, picking at the flesh of the woman that we had seen earlier on. By this point, they had managed to almost completely skin her, aside from little fragments that still remained scattered about her exposed bones and muscles. Swallowing the bile I suddenly felt, I looked over to Travis to take in the rage that flashed in his eyes.

The boy was confused what was his childhood friend doing in the forest she warned him about. Following his curiosity once again, avoiding waking up his mother Jason heads towards into the forest. In the forest. The trees were very sturdy and dark brown, holding a flashlight Jason wondered into for about 10 minutes looking for Clara until. 'Crash!' a large explosion happens nearby causing a tree to fall. Jason rushes over there to see what happened, to stops by the fallen tree and observes a fight. Clara holding a black sword was fighting something that Jason thought only existed in fairytales and movies, a huge Black wolf with spikes on it's back, it had blood shot red eyes and yellow claws,

the scout reveals, "Often, and usually around the time Skye works there." I grip the edge of my desk, fighting back the surge of rage. How dare he? Skye is my daughter, she is my responsibility, not his. But even as I seethe in silent fury, I can't deny the cold knot of dread that is settling in my stomach. Jayleen Silver is a Lycan, more powerful than an ordinary werewolf. And if he is truly Skye's mate... it complicates things. "Keep an eye on them," I order, my voice turning icy. "And report back to me with every detail."

Before Tyrell could advance on me though his eyes snapped to something behind me, too spent to see for myself. A brief glimmer of fear crossed his features before it disappeared as quickly as it came. Tyrell took a tentative step back, his minions falling behind with him. He looked between me and whoever or whatever was there. A look of frustration marring his face. A split second decision he pulls a small blade from his shirt sleeve and throws it in a swift motion towards me. It lands solidly right above my collar bone, the shear force was enough to knock me back. White hot pain shot through my shoulder and down my arm. I could feel my mouth open and my lungs screaming out in pain, but no s

Staring at the approaching Kiko who was being chased by the Mustang Spider, Yman steadied his breathing. Watching that person's gaze to him, and the way he lured the monster towards him, he was 99% sure that this idiot was up to something not good. Kiko was grinning inside seeing that Yman was standing alone in a safe distance at their back. He was not in resonance with his deity. What a perfect scenario to kill this frog. If the Mustang Spider able to collide at him. For sure he was dead meat!

Zain took off his shoes and quickly threw it on the forehead, so that Aaron laughed at them. ... She wore a delicate yellow dress and arranged her brown hair into a high ponytail, then smiled to herself and then walked out. "I'm going," he warned, warning her, which made her feel excited, as she hadn't seen a wolf since her camping days! She closed her eyes as he began to undress. She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her.

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

"Big, scary skeleton. Pick on someone with a warranty." He's twenty years old and he's baiting a thing built out of a hundred dead people’s bones into chasing him, and there's no time to be sick about it because I have to get to Leon. The skeleton goes for Dax. Dax is fast, but this thing is twenty feet tall and his reach is too big to outrun. One of its hands comes through the brush and Dax isn't where it lands. Barely. I'm already sliding into the ravine where Leon's crawling backward with a useless crossbow, a deep gash on his arm and a face caught between panic and disbelief.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.