Skinwalker Scary Stories Novelas e Histórias

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

I know this must be hard for them, considering that all our senses heighten when we shift; so I bet they all can smell the blood that runs through the veins of these people. “How long was I out?” I ask no one in particular as I dust the dirt off my clothing. “Just a few minutes,” Asher answers me. I look around and the crowd of humans has grown so large that even if we wanted to fight our way out, we would either be badly injured or at worse, killed. This is bad, so bad. They have also placed some sort of boundary between us and them, using White Skull Rocks. White Skull Rocks are said to ward off werewolves and other creatures. It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of

The air between them shimmered like heat rising from summer roads. The border. The stone circle. William's bedtime stories flooded back. Wolves the size of horses. The Lycan King who skinned trespassers alive and hung their bodies from trees as warnings. Cross into Shadowpeak and you belonged to him, every part of you, forever. I'd laughed at those stories once, before I understood what monsters really looked like. "There!" A man's voice behind me, rough and eager. "She went this way!" I looked at the shimmering air, at certain death on one side, then back at certain torture on the other.

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

Carie spoke in a low tone in my mind, I could feel her tail wagging anxiously. “What do you mean? What the fuck is that?” I asked again, feeling agitated all of a sudden. “It's a skinwalker. They were dark creatures who were locked away from the face of the earth by the magic of the moon and the powers of the Moon Goddess.” My eyes widened in horror as I heard Carie. I was confused before because I was definitely not expecting to see a skinwalker in my life time, or until the doom was among our world.

It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed. X wasn’t fast enough to dodge this time. The skinwalker’s clawed hands sank into his shoulders, tearing through his jacket like it was paper. A sharp, guttural growl erupted from the skinwalker as he shoved X backward, sending him crashing into a pile of rocks. X slammed into them with a sickening thud, the sharp edges digging into his skin.

It's a city of contradictions: glittering beauty masking a deep, festering decay. But even after all this time, I loved spending my time on the oceanfront,by myself at night looking up at the colorful skylights and three moons. I laid on a huge rock ,my hands behind my head,a headset on and my big blue eyes closed,enjoying the serenity of the beach . I slowly slipped into a deep sleep.. A dark form hovered over me, my eyes shot open widened with fear but I couldn’t move..I tried severally It was all dark and I shivered from fear, my mind racing but my body unable to react,just then a wet ,slimy and fleshy hand gently touched my face.

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.

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.

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.