Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

When not with the pack, my cousins and I dropped the titles and went on a first-name basis. Seeing an opportunity to kill used to excite Finn the most in the world. I stopped the car, and he jumped out while growling and shifting immediately. I waited for him to finish the task while thinking about Nyla. She would assume I left because of her slap. I just left home an hour ago and was already missing her. I looked back at Finn to see how he loved to play with his prey. That Rogue wolf wasn't even in our territory but no wolves except the Rogues dared to venture out into this forest infested with the Skinwalkers. Only they were immune to the skinwalker magic.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

“It’s dangerous. There are skinwalkers out there.” Skinwalkers? My brows furrowed. “I’ve never heard of that. What… what are they?” “Witches in disguise,” he replied blankly. “They take the form of werewolves.” The revelation sent a chill down my spine. New. Terrifying. Real. “Oh…” My voice was thin. I lowered my eyes, biting down on my lip. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll stay out of trouble.” The air between us thickened, tense and fragile.

It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed. X wasn’t fast enough to dodge this time. The skinwalker’s clawed hands sank into his shoulders, tearing through his jacket like it was paper. A sharp, guttural growl erupted from the skinwalker as he shoved X backward, sending him crashing into a pile of rocks. X slammed into them with a sickening thud, the sharp edges digging into his skin.

I said, and they all cheered loudly. Thirteen of us against a lot of them, and yet, the odds aren't against us. The moment the words left my lips, the air became filled with growls and the sound of shifting bones. The enemy wolves wasted no time coming at us, as their eyes burned with the desire to kill. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. We are Windwalkers! I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders as I took my stance. My pack moved like a well-oiled machine, spreading out as the enemy charged.

“I was going to tell you, but I hadn’t had the chance yet. There’s been an attack.” I stopped in my tracks, turning to face her fully. “Do they have any idea who is doing this killing?” I asked. I had suggested using my private investigator, but the elders had said they did not want to accept that from me unless I was corned by the Oath Staff. She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Skinwalkers.” “Skinwalkers?” I repeated, my voice incredulous. “They don’t exist, Lily. That’s just a myth. I can't believe you of all people would have faith that they still exist.”

she purred shedding off her shirt, the pale fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. Her sticky fingers danced over her shoulders, leaving glistening streaks of cum on them. Her lips curled into a playful smile, "It seems you're not done watching me yet," she teased, Her sticky finger danced across his face, her tongue followed the trail left by her fingers, lapping at his skin with need, "You're going to get hard again," "Amora..." "What?" She snapped softly encircling her arms around his neck, "Lick me, just like I did to you. I want to feel your tongue on my skin, I want to scream your name," she whispered,

Before it could enter a snarl was heard and bones snapping followed by a bone chilling scream made my blood run cold as the skinwalkers body fell infront of the cave and was tossed inside it,. "Come out little one, I will not harm you." a deep and comanding voice could be heard outside the cave which made my bones shake aggressively. "I am not a skinwalker if that is what you are worried about, I am of like you." He says as my breathing evens out. I come out from hiding and the skin walkers body was no longer a body but a sack of bones and blood, it was disgusting.

Anom's expression changed as he shouted, "Hide the bag behind some bushes! We will come back for them later! Let's leave here first!" The group acted quickly and smoothly and slid the mesh-vine bags inside the bushes. Then they started running at full speed while looking back regularly to judge the situation. The trembling of the ground became more intense. Soon, the source of the disturbance became visible, making Anom widen his eyes. A huge beast, bigger than an elephant, was rushing towards them. Its face carried a ruthless look. Its pillar-like legs, and its fur-padded paws made thudding sounds as they hit the ground. There were green stripes on its earthen-yellow fur, and its teeth were

We were stuck here until they let us through – and I didn’t think they’d be doing that any time soon. ‘Not good,’ Ina hissed. ‘They’re Sand Wolves – the Desert Assassins. They aren’t as big as normal werewolves, but they’re shit-hot at combat and love using their skills to rob humans and other wolves in their territory.’ ‘You couldn’t have mentioned them before?’ I hissed, turning on the spot, assessing our chances of escape. As I took a tiny step back they started to growl, a low, vicious sound building and building as more wolves joined in.