Skinwalkers Scary Novels & Stories

Lola spat in his face, but he just laughed and wiped it off, “I like my women feisty so please keep fighting. It will only get me more determined to wreck that tight cunt of yours.” A shiver of fear went through Lola her spine when he untied his pants and took out his swollen cock. He grabbed her hair with one hand and put his pistol against her head with his other hand. “Open your mouth you filthy slut,” he commanded. Lola had just decided that she would bite off his cock and die with a bullet in her head when she saw a group of black wolves approach. Lola started smiling wickedly and the hunters quickly grabbed their guns and stood in a circle. Lola knew from Deborah her lessons that the B

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Looking out onto the sea of snarling faces, a wave of exhilaration surged within me. Jayleen stood at the forefront, his warriors forming a formidable line behind him. He wore a face of calm determination, a striking contrast to the threatening growls of his pack. I addressed the Silver Pack, my voice booming across the forest, "Ready to watch your Alpha die tonight?" I asked, the corners of my lips curling into a cruel smile. Their reaction was instantaneous. A chorus of growls erupted, their wolves emerging at the surface. Their eyes, a striking gold, glowed fiercely in the moonlight. It was a sight to behold, an orchestra of defiance, loyalty, and strength.

After all, I left them five years ago, especially Jill. I am determined to win. I was halfway to the finish line when I was suddenly hit by Jill on the side and Moli on the back. My jet ski almost twisted and I almost fell. I glared at them, but the two sneered and laughed at me. “Hey! You two! That's unfair! You’re sabotaging me! You both are being mean! Bullies!” I cried at them but they just laughed. “Do you think it's funny, huh? It's not! I almost fell!” I added and with that, they shut their mouths.

, she was playing with them and they knew it, but Andrew Williams didn't. "Who else witnessed this?" "I did", Skylar spoke up, backing her favorite office friend up on this one because they both dislike Neumann. "I had gone to give Neumann the update on decrease in e-reads but he was drunk and he waved me off", Skylar said matter-of-factly. Everyone trusted Skylar to the point where Neumann was already starting to doubt himself, thinking he had actually been drunk. Where Skylar speaks, Jacob backs up. Jacob has tried numerous times to take Skylar out because he liked her but she was oblivious to his flirts.

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? **

I watched with my heart in my stomach as my blood slowly dropped into his mouth and I was thankful for the fact that no one was around here. For I couldn't afford any scandals over this. It was too weird a situation. "Please, please wake up" I whispered this like a mantra as I held the man and watched him intently. His veins were still visible on his neck and jaw and his eyes were shut but I didn't give up. I held my wrist over his mouth and continued begging him to wake up. After what felt like four minutes, the veins on his neck began to vanish and the man dragged in a ragged breath as he held my wrist firmly and buried his fangs into them.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

"And it's worse than the rumors suggest." I spent the next twenty minutes outlining everything—Riley and Lake's rescue, the facility we'd destroyed, Andy's death, and the organization that might still be operating in her absence. The room grew progressively quieter as I spoke, faces shifting from curious to concerned to openly frightened. "And now," I continued, forcing myself to meet each person's eyes, "we have confirmation that a nightwalker was spotted in Silver Creek yesterday. Following my mate and children through a public store." The silence that followed was absolute. Even the usual background noises of the pack house—distant conversations, footsteps, the hum of electronics—seemed t