Skinwalkers Book Novels & Stories

Zane banged on the table. "Okay stop! Stop! Maybe my people ARE dead, but I'm going to search for them anyways! Okay? I won't stop until I'm fully sure that there are no other werewolf survivors! I'm supposed to protect them! Not abandon them just because there's a stupid forest in my way!" And Zane walked out of the library. They all looked at each other. And Scarlett asked,"So.... who's gonna talk to him?"

Rolph stepped toward me, but Xander stepped between us. I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's possible." A crease formed between my eyes as I studied him. "Where are you from? My pack was decimated." He nodded. "Yes. That was The Skyefrost Pack, correct?" I nodded. "How did you know that?" He nodded toward the grimoire. "That is the Book of Elders, the grimoire of your people, is it not?" "Yes," I said, dragging out the word. "Why?"

"Tell me if he has any siblings or cousins with a daughter named Nina Simmons." "Okay," his fingers were typing away fast like a woodpecker pecking on tree bark. "Okay, here we go." "You got something," I lean closer to see his laptop screen with unfamiliar documents and other things I don't know about. "Yeah, it looks like Skinner was adopted when he was eight." "What happened to his real parents?" I asked curiously. "Said here that his dad, Russell Skinner, was one of those truck drivers, so he travels a lot." Liam clicked the mouse button. "He was alcoholic and died on the road, drunk."

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Not having anyone to talk to, especially other women, brought on more pain. The Walkers had been right the entire time. Humans and other species were not so different from werewolves. They had different appearances and characteristics, yet they all just longed to live peacefully alongside one another. -=- It has been a while since I began this story, and I appreciate that you have reached the end. Finding Home is my first werewolf story, so forgive me if it took time to write. I apologize for taking time to write the last remaining chapters, as life and work piled too high on my plate and I couldn’t write anything creative. Thank you again for reading this far, and I hope you liked the endin

Zeke’s jeep rumbles in front of Ethan's apartment building, headlights slicing through the night. It’s past eight, and the cool evening air brushes my skin as I step forward, backpack slung over one shoulder. My heart kicks harder than I’d like to admit, fueled by a terrifying mix of dread and reluctant curiosity. So I'm going into the world of wolves...wolves that have been wolves all their lives, not a human like me. What's it going to be like?

Lyric chimes in. “Anyone else?” I ask the rest of the room. Tawny and Morgan were the only ones who hadn’t given any input as of yet. “Kolby is also Senko’s son. Petra is his sister by blood. You have always said second chances are deserved.” Tawny stands and comes to my side, reaching up and laying a hand on my shoulder. Morgan sighs loudly and overly dramatically, “I have nothing. Though, Skinwalkers are a rarity, born once in a blue moon. Just like Grimalkins. It would be a shame to toss away something so precious.”

When not with the pack, my cousins and I dropped the titles and went on a first-name basis. Seeing an opportunity to kill used to excite Finn the most in the world. I stopped the car, and he jumped out while growling and shifting immediately. I waited for him to finish the task while thinking about Nyla. She would assume I left because of her slap. I just left home an hour ago and was already missing her. I looked back at Finn to see how he loved to play with his prey. That Rogue wolf wasn't even in our territory but no wolves except the Rogues dared to venture out into this forest infested with the Skinwalkers. Only they were immune to the skinwalker magic.

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★

I don’t know how I let Rob talk me into this clean-cut bullshit outfit. I get impatient and rip the last two buttons open, sending them flying across the lawn as I peel the shirt from my shoulders and slough it off, popping the button on my jeans. I pull them down with my boxers in one fluid motion, and before they even hit the ground, my skin is prickling with my shift, the air shimmering around me as my wolf pushes forward and I take on his form.