Skinwalkers Scary Novels & Stories

He heard his father's voice screaming in pain when she immediately raised her head with her red eyes and her pale skin His face turned red, he could hardly breathe, and he felt as if his soul had been ripped from him. Is this how he feels now? She screamed at the top of her voice and pulled her hair so hard from the amount of pain that it rose from the ground and suddenly.. Something they had not seen before came out.. It was a wolf standing behind it. They looked in horror at the one who suddenly came out as if he was a huge and tall dinosaur looking at them with his red eyes. It is the end.. their end.

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."

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 impossible to kill, their power unmatched

“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.”

If the Skinwalkers—creatures capable of mimicking wolves, of infiltrating heavily guarded compounds, of nearly killing Liam with their toxic venom—are merely servants, how much more dangerous are their masters? I’m almost afraid to ask. But seriously, can this nightmare get any worse?

He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left. As for Jenny's so-called friends who had bullied me, she had killed their pet dogs and forced them to eat their meat. In the video, the women were crying and vomiting, their eyes filled with fear when they looked at her. "Are you satisfied?" she asked. "If this still isn't enough, you can punish them yourself—" I pushed her away and stepped back. "Please keep your distance, miss." Jenny was stunned. "I know I was wrong, Caleb. Will you come home with me?"

"They have replaced the structural integrity of your skeleton with their own. If we kill them—if we even attempt to move them—your entire frame will collapse into a heap of fine, white powder. You aren't a man carrying a parasite anymore. You are a living monument. You are the mound." I tried to stand, to flee from the madness in his eyes, but as I shifted my weight, a sickening crunch echoed through the quiet room. It wasn't the sound of a bone breaking. It was the sound of a dry sandcastle being stepped on. My right femur didn't snap; it shifted. I felt a handful of dry, gritty material slide down inside my leg, pooling at my ankle.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

Watching him from behind, he wore semi fitted black trousers and a loose black button up shirt that made his tall stature look very intimidating. Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, we reached the throne room. With just a slight touch Vycer pushed the door open. I found my breath caught in my throat. There was Dekk. The monster. My rage boiled up, causing my hands to clench so hard my nails cut small slits into my palms. I bit my lip to try and buy time. This is it. I have to make it worthwhile. I raised my gaze to meet Dekk’s and was caught off guard that he was already staring directly at me.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."