Skinwalkers Scary Novels & Stories

I thought it was Mama waiting for me, but to my surprise, it wasn't her. Contrarily, it was no one. The hallway was empty. I even looked around twice, but no one was there. I retreated back into my room and locked the door this time. Once peaceful, the quite was now eerie. Suddenly, I recollected the stories I heard about these beings called "Skinwalkers." I had a Native friend who (apprehensively) told me about them in middle school. In Navajo legend, they are medicine men or witches who have attained the highest form of priesthood, thus inflicting pain on others with their power by choice. 'Knocking' is one method they use to declare their presence. I thought my friend's explanation was no

Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire. It took me a while to process it, and as much as I wanted to celebrate the result, worry crept through my spine as I saw my cousin fall to the floor, unconscious. I scoffed, realizing I couldn’t hold her properly, causing her to drop. “Nat!” Lucianna shouted as she flew in our direction. Her father was supposed to stop her but she used her witchcraft to freeze him. Witches are scary, I thought at the back of my mind. You never see when they attack, unless you do have the keen senses of a werewolf. It’s like they could run away from you but command a tree to fall right at your post.

The crowd paid him no mind and started jumping while squeaking loudly. Before Anom could make any sense of their behavior, all except the old creatures in the group took a step back and jumped upon Anom. Anom was stunned, as he thought that these creatures were finally bored of eating fruit and were about to make jerky out of him. Before he could decide how to react, he was pushed to the ground by the flood of black fluff balls. And as if they were of the same mind, they all started licking Anom.

I asked her in a low voice after Kian's dad disappeared into the elevator. "They are male witches who can take the form of a wolf. This place is enchanted mainly to protect against them. They can mask their scent and pretend to be one of us. The Alpha gets to know about their presence if they step into any of the protected grounds or buildings." "So they attacked him today?" When? How? My head was spinning. "There are a lot of forests between this city and the neighboring one in the east. Skinwalkers often hide there and attack at night. They can kill the wolf with magic."

I demanded. “That is a skinwalker!” he replied without explaining. He didn't need to. Every wolf knows what that means, it was a legend passed on for generations. If there is a skinwalker, right in its shadow, the blood suckers will thrive. If this is true, then we have a problem, a very big problem. Instead of heading to the entrance, Throgan headed further back, when he was about to reach the dead end he turned right and then put me down beside him. “Don't move!” he said.

“The creature’s head was... too large for a coyote. Too big for a human, too, in some ways. No one can say exactly what it looked like, but the reports come in similar enough that the family is certain: something is lurking in the desert, watching them.” I wasn’t sure what I expected to hear, but it wasn’t this. Skinwalkers were no joke, but they had always been legends—things whispered about around campfires and told in horror stories. But here, with the way Pastor Brooks spoke, there was an eerie familiarity that made it sound all too real. "Sounds like your standard Skinwalker lore," X said quietly, his voice calm but carrying that certain weight it always had. His gaze remained steady, h

Brian aired some bullets into it and it bled out a white like secretion that looked more like a white liquid and left me somewhat speechless. "the skinwalkers are to be feared and your pack, would soon be home to ours," he said as I tore my claws into his neck, ripped its flesh open as it fell to the floor, weak, tired and homeless as it morphed into it's true have, having its morbid head and the legs like that of a human, black in color, its boy like that of a fish, had furs like a human, terrible to look at. "what the fuck?!" Brian yelled as he fell to the floor, startled at the scene before him.

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.

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.

Chris look both skinwalkers in the eyes, the two growled at him. "Skylar," Zach called her name, pulling her back. "Chris knows what he is doing. It's okay." He told her. Scarlet snorted. "Compelling them won't work. They are immune to your tricks." Scarlet pulled Chris back just in time so that only his shirt was torn by the nails of the creature. Scarlet kicked Mrs Turner in the chest, sending her flying into a bright red sports car. The four kids that were still in the parking lot begin making their way over, shifting into skinwalkers as well.