Skinwalker Scary Stories Novels & Stories

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

“Coming in here after you. Putting my hands on it.” He pushed her skirt the rest of the way up around her waist. Her underwear was plain black cotton. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged it down to the middle of her thighs. Cool air touched her bare skin. “Mr. Harlan, stop—” He ignored her. Both hands were on her ass now, spreading her open, kneading the soft flesh. One thumb brushed close to her hole. She jerked forward, but there was nowhere to go. “Stay still,” he said. “I’m just looking.”

In 1890, my great-grandmother Takoda was only a child when her ancestors told her stories while they huddled around the campfire with handmade blankets from buffalo hide. Later, she told my mother the same stories about humans who could walk on all fours and pale skins and drink your blood. Nowadays, no one talks about the past, which leads us to believe they are just scary stories the tribe elders tell for fun or to put fear into the youngsters so we won’t enter the woods outside our borders. However, I believe nothing they say. But my grandmother does and never lets my family forget it. I usually get grounded for laughing at her, thinking she’s a crazy old woman.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

I hate the way Sienna shrinks from me, the way Maya looks like she is about to cry, the way I’m suddenly the worst scum in the room. “You don’t,” I admit. “All I can do is tell you what I know.” I pause, remembering. “But this year—” They look at me expectantly. “—This year, it hasn’t been us. I’ve seen something else in the woods. Creatures with pale skin and sharp teeth. They have eyes that glow at night. They don’t hunt deer. They watch. I’ve felt them. My men have seen them, too. We avoid them, but…” I shrug helplessly. “Maybe your wolves are running into them.”

She grabbed her little lamp and turned around. She was still lying on the ground and froze, and her eyes widened when she saw a wolf with dark fur like its eyes, quite huge in body, and there is a frightening scar on the side of its face that gives it an appearance. More scary! She woke up from her shock when he approached her to scream at the top of her voice, and she could not stand and ran to escape; fear made her unable to move! "No, no," she whispered, her tears streaming down as sweat gathered on her forehead when she saw him approaching her with great solemnity and calm, and he didn't care.

She watched the red fog close in around her, then screamed, "Help me! Please, someone help me! "Melanie Parker, you bitch! I won't forgive you, not even in death! I should have just killed you myself!" But before she could finish, the red fog engulfed her completely. The others watched the scene unfold in stunned silence. For a long while, no one dared to speak. When the fog cleared, only bloodstains and bones remained. The once-living woman was gone. "I want to go home…" Finally, one of them, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the floor. She sobbed uncontrollably, and just as her words trailed off, the red fog returned.

“Now you’re almost grown, and almost grown means curious, which means dangerous.” I cross my arms. “I am grown!” I shout. She doesn’t hesitate. “There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.”

When I look down, I see black paws instead of feet. Skye walks over to Adam, growling. He tries to back up, but she keeps going. When he looks like he's ready to run, she bites his ankle and pulls him to the ground. Adam screams as Skye jumps on him. She rips his penis off with her teeth and tosses it aside.

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.