Skinwalker Scary Stories Novels & Stories

These skulls were the skulls of Alphas. Meera leaned in close to her and looked her menacingly in the eyes. "I can promise you this. I will make sure to put your skull at the very top, a prized possession and very beautiful decoration. I might even use it to drink sometimes." Merera could see the fear that was leaking out of Scarlett's eyes and Scarlett had to admit that she did feel scared. The skulls were so much and they were all the skulls of alpha wolves, it was enough to make anybody scared and at the threat that Meera had issued, she felt a pang of terror in her. She knew that the witch always kept to her words. Whenever she set out to do evil, she would make sure that she saw it to t

Finley orders one of the medics, even as she draws her weapon—a silver-edged blade that should be effective against almost any supernatural entity. I mirror her movement, unsheathing my own knife as we approach the open doorway cautiously. The scent hits us before we reach it—that metallic-wrong smell that marks the Skinwalkers, mixed with the familiar copper tang of fresh blood. Inside, destruction greets us. File cabinets overturned, documents scattered, display cases shattered. And in the center of the chaos, a figure that at first glance appears human—a middle-aged man in Forest Trails pack colors. Except his movements are wrong. Too fluid, too mechanical simultaneously. And his eyes—a s

I exhaled, running a hand down my face. "Alright, what kind of story do you want to hear?" "How you and Mama met!" Skyla piped in. I'm sure they’ve heard this shit a thousand times, and because I had to fucking censor it, I don’t even remember what the fuck Kiara or I have told them before… "Right… So, I was chasing this monster, and it led me towards the Blood Moon pack territory, then I saw your mother who was this amazing white wolf with burning purple eyes. So, I killed the fucker and saved Kiara from being killed."

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Any act of kindness out here was worth acknowledging. Soon enough, they started to talk. Stories, some funny, others dark. One spoke of a creature that prowled these woods, an ancient spirit that hunted lonely travellers and fed on their voices. Another swore that he once saw a woman in white walking just beyond the trees, her eyes hollow, her fingers covered in blood. The rider shivered and moved closer to me. But I didn’t move. I only listened, watched, and tried to determine whether these stories were meant to entertain us or warn us.

“No. It’s just looking. It doesn’t see us. I hope.” I held my breath, watching as the creature’s hollow, glowing eyes scanned the clearing. For a moment, it seemed like it was staring right at me, and I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my spine. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the skinwalker turned and slithered away. I let out a shaky breath, my knees weak with relief. “We need to go,” Yara whispered, tugging me along. “Now.”

And here I was, the unluckiest person alive. I just sat there, frozen stiff. Not because I wanted to, not because some invisible thing was holding me, but because my legs, these two things that carried me for nineteen years, just wouldn’t move anymore. They were stuck to the dusty floorboards, heavy and lifeless. My mind, though, was spinning like crazy with all sorts of scary thoughts. Alpha. Wolves. Real wolves. The kind with fur and sharp teeth and that hungry look of something that hunts. Not from fairy tales, those comfy bedtime stories where heroes always win. Not from Halloween movies, where the scares are fake and the monsters are always just some guy in a rubber mask. No, these were

"I have something to tell you, it has been bothering me, but when I went to visit you in the hospital you were still in a really bad state, so I could not tell you about it. Upon hearing her, I moved toward her so I could listen to what she had to say. Skylar started looking around when she realized there was no one there, she said to me almost in a whisper, "That day of the accident, I sighted a she-wolf in the jungle. She was acting really strange and sneaky, she looked very vigilant, I found it a bit strange, she was walking around strangely, I wasn't able to pay much attention to her, which I kind of regret but every time I don't know why her sneaky attitude kept disturbing me. I don't t

A shadow getting closer and closer to the spot where I burry my face that night, and the sounds of footsteps started to be heard all over the place afterward; I gulped to stay calm so that I could think of something that could save myself at the time. Then something hit my brain and all of a sudden, I got a plan in my mind. I squeezed the sandy ground and gripped it as much as I could so that when the wild boar came closer to me, I could throw the sand and blind it, running away from the location or maybe climbing back on the tree like I used to. “Ah!” I screamed; getting my face off the ground but still shutting my eyes, I threw the sand in my palms to anything that standing in front of me,

Slap. His skin hits hers with a sound like a gunshot. The woman, I don't know who she is, just some blonde in a cheap lace dress, and she’s screaming into the wood. Her back is arched, her ass in the air, her fingers clawing at the mahogany, trying to find a grip as Austin destroys her.