Skinwalkers Book Novels & Stories

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

He asked her. "Well, most did. I'm not an expert, entirely, on the subject. From the history that's been gathered and documented by our organization, Skinwalkers were night predators." She put up her hands defensively, "Again though, it's just what we have documented. Our facts could be completely different from tribal beliefs and I'd rather not step on any toes."

Alexandra couldn't and wouldn't talk even though a piece of her heart was dying each time one of her men was killed before her eyes. However, it was getting harder and harder not to break, not to give in. Her body and mind were always in flames, being broken and bent out of shape over and over again. She had never known pain like this; she had never known hatred like this. She was losing herself in the darkness, in the pain. There was nothing left but blood, pain, tears and an agony that knew no bounds. Base had become a land of pain for anyone different, anyone out of place. There was no light here any longer; what little compassion Idris had once held towards Black Wolf Clan was dead and b

Aria turned her head to see what he had to say about it but found him ghost pale and eyes wide. “I remember.” The statement alarmed her. “The spirit of the forest became enraged at us humans for the terrible bloodshed and at the wolves for trusting us. All who lived with the wolves at that time were cursed to be neither human nor wolf but instead walk the murky line in between. Agh!” Absalom’s fist flew to his head and he leaned against the wall. “It’s all coming back. They called us skinwalkers. Keep reading.” “Alright.” Aria knit her brow in concern reluctant to take her eyes off of him. She’d never seen Absalom in pain before and the sight of it made her uneasy. But she obeyed a

“I used to stare into my reflection until I could see something moving beneath my skin – something ancient and wrong and waiting to be named.” “The moment I truly crossed the line? It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t some crimson-soaked ritual under the blood moon.” “It was a whisper. A book.” “Bound in skin – real skin, I think. I never asked. Left at the edge of my bedroll like an offering or a dare. No one admitted to placing it there. Maybe one of the witches who’d started to fear me. Maybe something else. But the moment I touched it, I felt it. Like it recognized me.”

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

Rex mused. “How long do wanderers stay in one place?” Felix asked. When Olga and Kendra simultaneously gasped at his obvious rudeness, he added, “I’m just curious. They’re called wanderers, after all.” “I think he’s asking because he wants to know if you stayed at that abandoned camp long enough to know that it’s really abandoned,” Kendra offered. She had no idea if that’s what Felix meant, but it was a good cover up for his rude question and also something that she wanted to know.

Dannie took a long drag from the joint, counting to three before she released it. Her confrontation with Cass had her afraid of being a hair’s width from triggering another shift. Dannie tried taking a hot shower, reading and even dancing, but she couldn’t get her mind off of the nightmare and the black magic book. So she went for Plan B — Mary Jane. Drugs like pot usually didn’t work on the wolves due to their super-high metabolism, but as hers was maybe only a little above human normal ranges, so things like pot worked on her just fine.

Her voice screeched. The sudden outburst caused me to hold my ears in discomfort. It's like her voice shattered my ears drum, and I was bleeding from my ears. Falling to the ground, I curled up in heap, my whole body was in pain, but I wasn't wounded, it was Amber's... Whatever they were doing to her, I was feeling it too. Pulling my body along the dried leaves as flimsy twigs, I groaned in pain... Pain that got unbearable, inflicting a small whimper to escape my lips. Suddenly four W.I.K.D agents appeared around me, their bloodstain uniforms irked my nose. But they weren't agents... Far as I know agents don’t flash fangs, they use guns... These guys were vampires.

And I took advantage of the chaos to disappear among them too. Elija screaming my mother's name almost made me have a heart attack. Only one thought ran through my head right now. It wouldn't be possible, would it? I tore out the throat of the first wolf that appeared to stop me from getting close to her. But I looked for the damn hunters first. William, Lucas and the others were already aware of the danger. I sniffed and was knocked down by a damn heavy grimy white fur. I hadn't seen him arrive when he grabbed the back of my neck and I felt my skin break with his teeth. I rolled onto the floor and got up and walked over to him. Dominance was a gift that put him in his place. His blood spurt