Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

We could deal with all the emotional fallout of the group once Conan was safely back within our reach. "Have you ever fought someone before?" Kalliked asked. Shook out his black hair from some snow that had fallen on him. The snow made his caramel skin look lighter than it was. Made him seem less threatening and more clumsy. But it also made the white tattoos surrounding his neck stand out. Shaking off some of the same snowfall, I nodded. Grinned. "Maybe once or twice." I mocked. Loosened my muscles. Stretched myself until I could only hear the roaring of blood in my ears.

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.

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

There was fire in her eyes, and her brownish-black hair was braided, falling long over her shoulder, slightly passing her waist. "Are these the men?" Kathryn asked. Gold nodded. The flesh of one of the men fell to the ground with a splash like a piece of clothing had been removed, revealing his skeleton which remained standing, displaying yellow teeth, giving off the horrid smile his put-out flesh once concealed. The men all felt like this was a dream, some pinched themselves hoping to wake up. The skeleton stepped forward over the mass of discarded flesh and blood, paused in its footsteps, and Rose Steele stepped out of the skeleton.

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Sophie said, injecting some clear liquid into the tube that lead into Juliette's arm. "Species? Ace told me you were just a bunch of reckless rouges," Juliette commented, her gaze flicking to Ace, who had lowered his gaze. Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Did he now. Well Lycans call us Skinwalkers," Sophie said, looking not at fazed by what she was saying at all. "Skinwalkers?" "We have the abiliy to fully shift whenever we want, unlike Lycans, who can only shift fully on full moons," Sophie infromed Juliette. Ace swallowed visibly.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

Time is wasted enough without having to add to this trivial problem. The wolf Elder Brahma growled again, this time sending command through mind to all the wolves at once to Linda. In a flash, the nine wolves and a vampire-woman were already running at inhuman speeds. The sky was completely dark as they cut through the silence of the forest. The smaller beasts quickly moved aside before the demon wolves passed them. A few minutes later Linda and the wolf group stopped the run at an opening that was wide enough. The wolf Elder Brahma roared, then growled several times and took a few steps back. The others followed.

The pixie Magicians were putting fairy wings and they had their hair up in a beautiful bun. The dark magic were putting on incognito outfit that almost made them look invisible. “If you keep staring at them, you might turned into a rock!” A voice and a laugh came from behind me, and I turned around. “Oh, I am not into Medusa magic.” “I know, I was just joking. Nice to meet you. My name is Ana. I am kind of new here but I am into light magic.” She stretched out her hand to shake me. “I am Kirah. I am also new here. I am a Doxante Magician.”

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?"