Skinwalker Scary Story Novels & Stories

Danté didn't hear this part of the story before, he knew of the elders, how Vlad made them thousands of years back, he even heard Vlad himself was the one who killed them twenty years ago, but the nitty gritty details like this Skyler spoke of was left out. "I never met a werewolf before" he said still not considering Nightingale a wolf. Skyler smiled "Look left then" He turned but staggered back when the giant wolf roared and swung a claw to him, he screamed falling but upon impact the wolf vanished. "What the fuck!?" Skyler was in giggles "You fell for it!" "What!?" "The illusion I made" Danté got to his feet again scanning the dungeon, it really was an illusion, it made him look at Skyler

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open. The first few pages were filled with the usual stuff—founding dates, town milestones, and the kind of folklore that every small town seemed to have. But as I read further, the stories grew darker. Mentions of strange disappearances, shadowy figures in the woods, and whispers of creatures that hunted under the full moon. Wolves. My breath caught in my throat as I skimmed over the passages. It wasn’t just talk of wild animals. There were stories—centuries old—of people who could shift into wolves. People who lived among the townsfolk by day but became something else under the cover of darkness.

“That dude, Skylar is a piece of shit that gets scared easily, dude, for real, cries at everything “. “And how would you know that ?”. “Well he kind of lives in my neighborhood “. Jason replied me. “And you see, around Halloween, last year, dude was stepping around my property and got scared of the skulls in front of my house “. “I was there “. Harper said with an amused grin on his face. “We tried to convince him that it was just decorations but he didn’t believe “. “He didn’t believe because you jacked him up with a skeleton first”. Jason retorted.

It was about to continue it's step when it was suddenly stabbed by dozens of arrows sticking out it's back, and letting out a loud roar it turned backward at Scarlett who stood at a branch on a tree with a bow and arrow held elegantly in her hands while her fiery red hair swayed rhythmically by the wind, she looked fierce, beautiful and breathtaking like the mythological goddess Athena. PS: The skinwalker is knowledgeable of the banshees extinction by taking bits of the memories of Alexander.

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.

A scream ripped free from my throat as I dropped the bag, and stumbled backward, falling onto my butt. All of the demons in my head started laughing as the shadowed figure rushed toward me. As the person made it to the doorway, a loud growl echoed through the house, and a large, pale wolf slammed the person against the wall. The light of the front entryway illuminated a soaking wet Scarlett being pinned to the wall by Parker's snarling wolf, and for a moment I stopped breathing at the sight of him.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

Enzo Nina’s eyes widened when I finally told her the truth. “No,” she said, pacing back and forth and rubbing her head. “This isn’t real. Werewolves aren’t real. Talking skeletons are not real!” I sighed and stood, walking over to her. “Look,” I said, pulling aside the torn fabric of my jeans to show her my wound. It was already healing. The torn flesh from the skeleton’s attack was rejoining without leaving so much as a scar. Even the blood disappeared.