Skinwalkers Stories Novels & Stories

She simply moved, delicate and distant, as though the world she belonged to was no longer this one. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight. Ashwood had never been ordinary. We had grown up hearing stories whispered around fires—stories about the woods and the things that walk when the moon is hidden. Creatures with eyes that glowed in the dark. Footprints that belonged to nothing human. Voices that called your name from places you could not see. We were told about werewolves, shapeshifters, vampires, and skinwalkers. And every story ended the same way. Those beings were gone. Exiled. Driven away long before we were born. We were warned never to go into the woods alone, never to answer

She says it with the weary compassion of someone who’s pulled a thousand splinters from a thousand wolves, and found the same wound in them all. I close my eyes. The cabin breathes around me—wood groaning, herbs sighing, a wind that finds every crack in the glass. I think of the stories I grew up on: the wolves who chewed through their own paws to get free, the she-wolves who went into the woods and never returned, the legends our elders used to scare us into obedience. I never believed them. Not until now.

she said one night, handing me bark-water that tasted like boiled regret. “I’m pregnant,” I replied. “That’s not limping. That’s… tactical pacing.” She stared at me. “You almost lost a fight with a pinecone.” “That pinecone started it.” She snorted despite herself. Victory. We survived. Barely. Repeatedly. Spitefully. Rogues drifted in and out of our orbit—wolves with hollow eyes and stories they didn’t tell. Some stayed. Some disappeared. A few never made it past the first full moon.

I sprayed my seductive cocktail mists and perfumes, making sure that all parts of my body was drenched in it and I came out of the bathroom, the first thing hitting me was the slow sounds. I starred blushing as I walked into the room but I blushed even harder when I saw Tim, Dave and Lionel all naked, their dicks wagging to the side and forward and their chests all oiled up. I froze for some seconds and looked at all three of them, swallowing hard and biting my lips very tightly. This was more than a dream come true. This was my biggest fantasy coming to life. “Are you just gonna stand there and gawk at us or are you going to come over and suck our dicks?”

" All right , dear . Granted. " I once read an article about a tribe that punish people by ignoring them. They'd look through you , pretending you did not exit . It normally would take long . They consider that alone is more painful than anyother punishment. Imagine no one talking to you . Passing through a hall of people and it seems you are invisible . That treatment alone would kill you. I mean , you would actually die .

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

said Axen. “Why here in the city? There are many others to visit,” said Hugo. “We are the only three skinwalkers that exist. And we have nowhere else to go. We have to work to make money, but we don’t hurt people if they don’t hurt us first.” the man said. “But why did he attack us right away? We are here to investigate,” said Cael. “I’m sorry. The news that reached us was different.” the woman said. “One of those who wanted to kill us was the werewolves you killed in the abandoned subdivision. Their pack told us hunters killed them because they kill people. That is true. They are happy killing people. ”

“We’re looking for more of the same type of work you’ve already done for us, though you may not have known it at the time.” I waited for a moment for him to continue, which he obliged to do. “Last year, when you were consulted regarding the differences between different Native American tribal traditions regarding skinwalkers, your insight resulted in the capture of one and the saving of many lives of those who would have been its victims.” “The capture of a skinwalker?” I was so incredulous that I caught myself being open-mouthed and shut it, quickly composing myself. This guy seemed serious, completely sincere and straight in his delivery.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.