Skinwalkers Book Novels & Stories

I ask, trying to ignore how Liam shifts closer to examine the book, his scent momentarily overwhelming my senses. "The old texts call them the Skinwalkers," Celina answers, her voice dropping. "Though that's a simplification that doesn't capture their true nature." "Skinwalkers as in the Native American legend?" Dane asks from my other side, his proximity creating an uncomfortable awareness of being bracketed between my two mates. "No," Celina shakes her head. "Though the legends likely derived from encounters with these beings. They're ancient entities that predate all of our known species. Creatures that can... wear other forms."

“Dylan will be fine,he dosent take things to heart” “Let’s get to the car”,Sophia said and we walked out of the woods to where my car was parked. “We should g****e what skinwalkers do and all”,Sophia said as she pulled out her phone. She read it; skinwalkers can control the minds of their victims. They are said to be able to manipulate people's thoughts and actions, and they can even possess people's bodies.This ability to control people's minds and bodies makes skinwalkers particularly dangerous.

One man and a woman are almost as old as Luke, while the other is in his early twenties, their assumption. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” the woman asked. “You should never ask. It’s obvious that they are not ordinary people.” The man said, looking at Cael’s claws. “We are the hunters ...” Cael said. The three skinwalkers stopped, and they retreated a few steps. “Are they the hunters?” the man asked. It released its claws and positioned the attack. “We do nothing wrong ...” the woman asked. “No? But we have a different report,” said Cael.

"Anyway, I became Alpha, the MC voted me in as President, and Blayze left town for a while. Stayed out in the desert for weeks in wolf form. I can't say I blame him for that. He lost his father, same as me. But when he came back, he announced he was leaving the pack and starting his own MC. He encouraged anyone who believed in Jessie to follow him as their Alpha. The majority stayed, but I can't say it didn't hurt that a third of the pack sided with him—people I thought I knew, including one of the pack elders. MC members I thought respected my father and me were suddenly Bone Hills Howlers. And their mates and children were part of a new pack by default, thrust back into the antiquated patr

Secretly I wished that the rest of our years together will be this blissful, and I hoped the goddess would grant me this last wish. Thank you for reading this book. Thank you for your votes and support it was highly encouraging. Though the book is dark, I hope it entertained you. You can read about the Clearsands of the White moon pack in the same world as Samantha and Alex in "My Alpha, Her Mate" on GoodNovel. You can read Surviving The Dark the final series in My Alpha, Her Mate, on goodnovel. Samantha and Alex are very active in the story. It starts after chapter 123. Thank you for your support and love.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"

Not even an inch. After picking up the man’s head by his hair and tossing it a few feet from his body, Snow moved next to me and placed his bloody muzzle in my lap like a dog might a master. Half dazed and trembling from the adrenaline that was coursing through my veins and the trauma that I’d just endured, I robotically scratched his ears like I’d seen Noah and Oscar do while I remained ever silent.

As burning embers rained down and the fire continued to rage up and across the walls of the room the huge brothers started shifting into their huge sandy-coloured wolves form Caleb snarled with terrifying stillness. “Five Lakes…declares war. Now.”

My bones begin to snap and move under my skin, but I ignore the pain. I'm growling loudly and ferociously. I can feel my body shifting. The look of shock on the molester's faces brings me utter joy. My mother's wolf spirit has finally come, and I'm going to tear these vile creatures to pieces. When I'm done shifting, I give control entirely over to my mother's wolf. The men don't even have time to put their disgusting penises back in their pants before they have lost them. We rip their heads off their bodies and claw open their chests. I want them in pieces. Unrecognizable clumps of blood and skin will do. Being dead is not good enough!

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.