Skinwalkers Book Novels & Stories

This monster hunted down pregnant women and by the time she felt satiated, she had a total number of 600 dead pregnant women and they were her sacrifice for power. She is not a wolf... She is a skin-walker, a shapeshifter. One that could turn into any supernatural creature she desired and yet, it was still not enough for dear Felecia. She challenged an old mage in the realms of the Fae's and she was given a rude awakening that light and darkness do not mix and that light will always prevail even in it's dying moments. She was beaten to an inch of her life to which she barely survived and should have died. A blessing and relief it would have been to nature but goody-two shoes Gregory had to s

It caressed my skin like invisible hands — sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing between my thighs without ever quite touching. My breath hitched. A soft, masculine chuckle seemed to echo in my mind, low and ancient and pleased. I should have closed the book. Instead, I sank into my chair, legs parting slightly of their own accord, and began to read. The god’s name pulsed on the page like a heartbeat. Tah. And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.

“Fine. But you’re telling me everything later. No excuses.” I let out a shaky laugh, grateful and terrified all at once. Across the fire, Gavin glances up. For a second, his eyes lock on mine — just a flicker, just long enough for my heart to trip over itself. Then Mara whispers something in his ear, and he looks away. The fire crackles higher as the night deepens, sparks spiraling into the dark sky. Someone drags a speaker closer, and music pulses through the sand — loud, bass-heavy, the kind that makes the ground feel alive under bare feet.

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

ETHAN'S POV The world broke apart all at once. Firelight, steel, and bodies collided in a roar that swallowed the clearing. The Veilkeeper operatives moved first, precise and fast, cutting straight into the transformed wolves with weapons that hummed and pulsed instead of flashing. When those weapons struck, the silver eyed wolves staggered, movements stuttering like a signal had been interrupted. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as if something inside them had gone suddenly silent.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Months and months of investigation would have gone down the drain if he had. He slipped through shadows like a ghost, following the racket Nathaniel was making with his beta. The spineless coward wasn't even going to try and defend his title. He had left his men to the mercy of an unknown threat. It was an honour to be an Alpha of a pack but Nathaniel had no honour. Rounding the corner the four werewolves surrounded the SUV. Sierra and Alvaro had shifted, their tawny and black pelts and glimmering in the moonlight as they stilled, their hard eyes on the two men.

He touched my cheek with his palm and I flinched back trying to avoid his touch. My body was protesting me not to move ,as with each movement came a new wave of pain... "But don't worry!! This beauty will no longer remain ,I 'll make sure to ruin it with my own hands .." Just then heavy footsteps were heard from behind Nearl 30 wolves surrounded me The blonde stood up and turned around to address someone "Your highness we have the queen of rogues unguarded and helpless lying at our feet..!" Just then I felt his aura Dominating and powerful than ever

Evangeline and Emma were miles away in the human world. “The signal is getting louder,” Lucien warned, the monitors beginning to hiss with static. “The first wave is at the ridge. It’s a pack of ‘Skinned-Walkers’ from the north - they’ve been tracking the resonance since the Hub went down.” Xander looked at the Prism. The crystal let out a low, dissonant chime, a sound that felt like a challenge. The temporary peace of the last two weeks was over. They had broken the "Hush," but in doing so, they had invited the storm.

And so, the skinwalkers formed a protected circle around the cluster of towers while their backs were against the encampment. “Go away!” Two words resonated from the forests, pushing a force to be reckoned towards Diana, who was now running towards the branches and did not bat an eyelash. She needed to defeat this in order to open the path for Dylan and the others. Talia was waiting for her signal to exploit the loophole. The frustration of the skinwalkers could be felt from miles away—but without a proper command from their creators, they could only remain in a passive state. The mighty alphas and betas brought by the alliance snarled on instinct. Their primal urges were inching them to att