Skinwalker Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Would they even want to come back? That was a silly thought. Of course, they wanted to come back. Their family was here. Their friends. Their pups. I took another drag, the sound of the tobacco and paper crackling as it burned down was the only sound for miles away. “Those things will kill you.” I startle, dropping the smoke at the sound of Petra’s voice. I turn to look at the Skinwalker, frowning and casting her a pissed-off glare. “And I thought gold inhibited you from changing forms?” I stoop to pick up the dwindling smoke and take another drag, this time blowing the smoke in Petra’s face.

she begged shamelessly, pushing her ass back against him with a desperate, slutty whine. With a final brutal thrust, Lukas buried himself to the hilt and erupted. And just like that, their vacation was over.

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.

“I need it so bad.” “I'm going to give it to you tonight.” He slapped my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I cried out, the sting melting into pure hat that shot straight to my core. Another slap followed, then another, while his fingers kept pumping in and out of my dripping hole. Each thrust made wet, obscene sounds that only made me feel filthier. In that moment I wasn't scared anymore. Maybe it was because it was Jake doing this to me. But I wanted the best tonight.

There were no friends to make here, there was only predator and prey and she was no prey. There, she spotted the gangly squirrel and she pounced on it, ripping its throat apart. It wasn’t a squirrel of course. While she could have mistaken it for one thanks to the bushy tail, its face was more of a bizarre mix of a fish with a beak. She ate it anyway, no gift here came without double edges. Her stomach started to turn, heat up and roil as the creature fought with her body but when it finally settled down in her gut, she was full. She started to run for the pleasure of it and she couldn’t help but remember what happened the last time she did that. She had encountered the Skin walkers. Of all

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

He focused on the two parties who didn't seem to sense him lurking nearby. The Vanderwolf boy screamed as he extended his hands and shoved the girl, causing her to lose balance and tumble into the stream. The she-wolf let out a howl and leaped to her feet. “I might not be able to transform completely, but I've still got these,” she stated, baring her sharp canines. Stanley was impressed, and a bit turned on. “Don't forget about these,” she added, displaying her hands with her glittering talons that looked hungry for flesh.

Even with the sun warm on her back, she shivered. There was no choice but to step into that forbidding place. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t quite bring her feet to move- her sturdy leather boots stayed planted on the pale, spring-green grass like she’d grown roots. It had been a hard winter. She’d gotten skinny during the frozen months, and if she wanted to keep herself in coin and bread, she had to bring in game. She needed space to know the extent of her powers space too away from the goblins and wolves. This black, dark forest was the last place they might be. People avoided it on principle; there were tales of beasts, here. Demons as big as horses and strange, twisted deer-gods with

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Shailyn yelled back. "YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD ME!" "WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD IT HAVE MADE!" Skylar sighed, running a hand over her head. "I think we should keep quiet before something jumps on our faces" And right on clue, something grabbed her leg, Skylar's eyes down, eyes widening as she saw a rotten arm gripping her ankle. "AHHHH!" She screamed, throwing her leg, and watched as the arm flipped off to a far distance. Skylar gasped, seeing Humanoid creatures coming out from the trees and eyeballs emerging out from the little pods around them.