Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

“Oliver doesn’t like people to know. He says exposing me is dangerous and I wouldn’t be safe.” “He isn't wrong.” I didn’t know much about Skinwalkers, but I did know they were rare and magical. That their blood could give life and youth. That long ago they were hunted for their blood. Used and abused by tyrants who wished to rule the realm. “Thank you,” I say, now I realize what a special gift she gave me. “Anything for Rhett.” She barely whispers as we stop outside a room, and she pushes the door open to reveal a small room with one other door and a bed not much bigger than a cot.

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T

For the Werewolf Committee, this was their greatest advantage. Skinwalkers. The evolved version of rogue werewolves also called as skinwalkers were often employed by the dark wizards to protect them in situations like they were in now in ancient times. And with the spell protecting them, privileged skinwalkers were given one more advantage aside from their speed – it was the ability to enter the spell-filled forest of the Werewolf Committee as they pleased. Because of this, many wolves under the banner of the Liberation Alliance suffered while scouting.

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

To say I was surprised that I wasn't put in a cell for what I was, was an understatement. I was surprised and embarrassed. The Skinwalkers I fought ended up using their venom at some point when we fought, so I wasn't healing as fast. The Gamma's mate had to help me wash myself, since I could barely move without feeling sharp shooting pain. Skinwalker venom was dangerous and could cause a lot of pain, but if used in the right way could be used as a pain reliever, or paralytic agent or if mixed properly could be used as an anesthetic, or heat suppressant.

Being born in the form of a Wolf is a great honor of God. As Ezra remained silent and didn't say anything, and Queen Selina was nowhere to be seen, they also somewhat understood the situation. Nolan went to an old tree not far from Ezra and relaxed and rested. Windy also went to the tree, he found it strange that Nolan was so relaxed. "Why don't we call the leader back?" “You see how many blows you can take from the leader.” Windy shivered involuntarily, and he was a little scared when he remembered the leader's training with them.

Hardly has he spoken or the ground begins to shake. In the distance, two giant werewolves approach. There are pups on their backs. "The King and Queen," Drina exclaims. When they are at a distance, the wolves stop and the pups step off their backs. The two shift and pull a loincloth around their waists that one of the pups hands to them. Queen Florence takes over the babies from the older pups and stays at a distance. And then the newcomers step closer, two snipers, two with spears and two more with bows and arrows.

One moment I was tearing through a wolf, and the next I was knocked out. A voice was constantly trying to tell me to make eye contact with them, but I wasn't sure what she wanted me to accomplish by doing that. How would that help me lead them to the ocean? And what would I do once I led them there? I had ignored that voice as Cel and I tried to fight them until we were overcome. "The Skinwalkers..." I couldn't finish when my mate looked at me with those eyes filled with hurt and hatred. "Skinwalkers?" He looked at me in disbelief.