Skinwalker Scary Stories Novels & Stories

“Yes, my child, you are. Now not all of my people were as…well…spiritual as others. Like your culture, there are unsavory characters who like to drink, eat lots of meat, and do harm to others. They do it without once asking for forgiveness or thanks from the Great Spirit or Unetlanvhi. Those who live evil lives are often cursed to live cursed lives, and some of them become transformed. There are different legends among the various tribes in this country about these, but I have seen some of these in my lifetime. When I saw the creature change form, it got me thinking about the Skinwalker of Navaho legend. The Skinwalker or a Skinwalker is a type of witch.” “Oh?” Cindy asked. “But not like you

“They all have a story.” He ran his finger down a particularly long scar that went on my right side down to my hip bone. “What the story on this one?” “Wolf who killed his wife. Finally got him in a forest in neutral territory. His pack lands were literally ten feet behind him but he was so confident he could kill me he didn’t even try to run.” I closed my eyes, remembering. “It was a good fight. Ultimately, I won, but I was laid up for a while.”

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

You don't grow up with brothers and not expect them to steal from you. From what he's told us, he's half skinwalker and half djinn. I listened to him as he explained about his past. His mom was a skinwalker and she was very beautiful. She was very smart and protective of her family. His dad was a djinn and a pretty big prankster, and played a trick to get her attention. And somehow they ended up falling in love. It sounded perfect! I had no idea what a skinwalker even was. He had to explain it to me. So basically he's like a shifter who can take a shape of other beings... Some of them can possess peoples bodies... which I suppose is why people often think of them as demons or witches.

I thought it was Mama waiting for me, but to my surprise, it wasn't her. Contrarily, it was no one. The hallway was empty. I even looked around twice, but no one was there. I retreated back into my room and locked the door this time. Once peaceful, the quite was now eerie. Suddenly, I recollected the stories I heard about these beings called "Skinwalkers." I had a Native friend who (apprehensively) told me about them in middle school. In Navajo legend, they are medicine men or witches who have attained the highest form of priesthood, thus inflicting pain on others with their power by choice. 'Knocking' is one method they use to declare their presence. I thought my friend's explanation was no

Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire. It took me a while to process it, and as much as I wanted to celebrate the result, worry crept through my spine as I saw my cousin fall to the floor, unconscious. I scoffed, realizing I couldn’t hold her properly, causing her to drop. “Nat!” Lucianna shouted as she flew in our direction. Her father was supposed to stop her but she used her witchcraft to freeze him. Witches are scary, I thought at the back of my mind. You never see when they attack, unless you do have the keen senses of a werewolf. It’s like they could run away from you but command a tree to fall right at your post.

I demanded. “That is a skinwalker!” he replied without explaining. He didn't need to. Every wolf knows what that means, it was a legend passed on for generations. If there is a skinwalker, right in its shadow, the blood suckers will thrive. If this is true, then we have a problem, a very big problem. Instead of heading to the entrance, Throgan headed further back, when he was about to reach the dead end he turned right and then put me down beside him. “Don't move!” he said.

the leader said and left with his boys. Time to finish of my target, I took a bucket of water and poured it on them (Whitney and Jack) they woke up with start. I grinned evily "Welcome back to the world of consciousness " I said "Justin what are you doing let us go" Whitney yelled "That's where you're wrong baby, my name isn't Justin niether am I a doctor, see let me tell you a story of myself " I said and sat in front of them..... "So now I'm gonna kill you" I rounded up my story

I replied, and stilled. The scarfed man did likewise. “Stop!” He called out to the others. “What?” The bearded man asked. “The sand moved,” the scarfed man replied. “The sand always moves,” the woman replied. The sand shifted, rising up, and then settling down, as if something large had moved up and then gone down again. “Admittedly, not like that,” she amended drawing her wickedly hooked knives. With a deafening screech, something horrifying surged out of the sand, seized a mouthful of my skeletons, before diving back into the sand as if it were water, scattering bones in its wake.