Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

Only then did I notice the hands gripping at my feet. “You will never be forgiven!” “You will never be forgiven!” I tried to call out for help yet no matter how I screamed at the top of my lungs, no sound came out of my mouth. I waved my hands, searching and finding anything I could hold onto to stop myself from being dragged deeper into the darkness. Yet no matter what I did, the hands continued to claw and pull me deeper. I… I couldn’t breathe… Am… Am I going to die? **

Mike attacked him angrily when he heard his offensive words to their Alphas Ardina screamed as Mars fell to the ground and Mike climbed on top of him, while Nick the Gray Wolf approached her slowly so that her companion wouldn't feel about it. “ March, get him away quickly .” Zayn thought in a hurry when he found out about their plan, the first running him and the other taking it. Is that easy? The meaning wolf pushed Mike nervously and erupted He stood and snarled loudly and brutally over Nickel, which stiffened in fear Mike Alpha too, but Nickel Beta..the two are not stronger than their boss's son, but if they unite maybe they can? She embraced his clothes with fear, and once again bemoane

We move together like we've been training for years—Finley setting the foundation with direct central engagement, me somehow knowing exactly how to connect our movements, and Dane completing whatever strategy forms between us. The Skinwalkers are freaky-strong, bending in ways nothing should be able to bend, coordinating their attacks like they share a hive mind. But despite this, we're holding our own, maybe even winning. Then I notice their pattern—two targeting Finley at the front of our triangle, two focusing on Dane, and one specifically coming after me. They're trying to break our formation, targeting each position in the triad separately. They know what

His presence seemed to command the very earth beneath him, but even that wasn’t enough to quench the rising of terror that surged through me. The beta, seated beside me, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if preparing for a casual workout. “This will be fun,” he said, grinning at the sight of the advancing creatures. Fun? Was he insane? I signed frantically, “We need to leave! They’ll kill us all!” He shook his head, his grin widening. “Not with the Alpha here. He’s stronger than all of them combined.” I wanted to believe him, but the skinwalkers were creatures of nightmares—beings that thrived on bloodlust and destruction. They were nearly impossibl

Alessia explains. "What does that mean?"Derek asks. "Fear is our cloak, darkness our home; Spirit, Flesh, Deception!" Alessia translates. Everyone stands, dumbstruck. There is only one tribe after the werewolves pack, isolated and very much ruthless, an harbinger of chaos, who wears the darkness and are clothed in fear. The first shape-shifters to ever walk the earth and under it....... "The Skin Walkers!" We all exclaim. Suddenly, Derek grap Alessia by the throat, pinning her on the wall. "She has to die!" He mutters.

POV: Amira Cross The cold cut deeper than any blade. It chewed through the flesh on my feet, gnawed at the bones in my fingers, and sank into my lungs like a death sentence. Snow whispered around me like ghosts laughing, while blood—mine—streaked the white beneath me in crimson trails. I didn’t know how many days I had been walking rather did I know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Not until I collapsed or disappeared.

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.”

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

I sighed but my mother’s face told me, no matter what I said, I was not going to win, so I decided to grab the bracelet, a shawl from the hook by the door, and walked out. **** Most werewolves—women werewolves—who in Astoria wore gowns, would find it a deterrent to climb up piles but I have no shame. We have acres of land to ourselves. All ladies. So I hiked my skirt up to my thigh and began my climb up.

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.