Skinwalkers Stories Novels & Stories

When my ancestors settled here and began to build their pack of wolves, they named the pack after the birds that had already made their homes in these parts. Those beautiful, winged creatures hadn’t been seen in decades. Along with the war and the destruction of the atmosphere, wildlife began to disappear. Either migrating or dying off. As a little girl, my mother used to tell me that one day the Ravens would return to these parts. When the true Alpha of wolves walked amongst us. That the land would flourish and werefolk would begin to find their mates again. Maybe someday my mother's stories will come true, and the Ravens will return. I skip down the last step and round the corner landing o

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

Surrounding her were four creatures—my creatures. The skin walkers were grotesque, their bodies hunched and skeletal, with gray, leathery skin stretched too tight over their bones. Their limbs were long and twisted, their clawed hands scraping against the stone floor. Their faces were nightmares given form—eyes sunken deep, mouths filled with jagged teeth and unnaturally long, writhing tongues that licked across Aurora’s arms and neck. Aurora screamed again as one of them dragged its tongue across her cheek, leaving a glistening trail behind.

Aria turned her head to see what he had to say about it but found him ghost pale and eyes wide. “I remember.” The statement alarmed her. “The spirit of the forest became enraged at us humans for the terrible bloodshed and at the wolves for trusting us. All who lived with the wolves at that time were cursed to be neither human nor wolf but instead walk the murky line in between. Agh!” Absalom’s fist flew to his head and he leaned against the wall. “It’s all coming back. They called us skinwalkers. Keep reading.” “Alright.” Aria knit her brow in concern reluctant to take her eyes off of him. She’d never seen Absalom in pain before and the sight of it made her uneasy. But she obeyed a

she says,” Is what I thought you were, what he had made. I look at the cover, in black, stamped ink the word Skinwalker, sits front and center. “Skinwalkers are myths, legends,” I say fingering the leather. “They are, but as much as what you are.” I give Althea a puzzling look, urging her to explain. “Skinwalkers are ancient shifters, rare, made by the coupling of ancient magic and a god who can transform. The books tell us that a Skinwalker is only born once every thousand years. Even then it is rare for one to be conceived.”

"Then how do you know what she looks like?" Bailey smiled as she looked down and then back into my eyes, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right. I forgot that you haven't heard the stories." A crease formed between my eyes. "What stories?" She shrugged. "The stories of our people." She sighed as she looked out over the stones but saw a time long ago, a time far away. "Long ago, two children were walking in the forest. Night fell, and they became lost. A black wolf came, and the children shivered, sure that they were about to become a meal for the black wolf. But then a huge white wolf came and scared off the black wolf. When he was gone and the children were safe, the white wolf t

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.

Lyric chimes in. “Anyone else?” I ask the rest of the room. Tawny and Morgan were the only ones who hadn’t given any input as of yet. “Kolby is also Senko’s son. Petra is his sister by blood. You have always said second chances are deserved.” Tawny stands and comes to my side, reaching up and laying a hand on my shoulder. Morgan sighs loudly and overly dramatically, “I have nothing. Though, Skinwalkers are a rarity, born once in a blue moon. Just like Grimalkins. It would be a shame to toss away something so precious.”

Eden asks, confuse. "Skin Walker, Eden. What you did earlier, you were possessed. Something influenced you." I explain. "You mean the the skin walkers? I thought they are mythical creatures only existing in pack lore." he says with a very confuse and lost look on his face. "They were until now, Eden. And you were possessed by one of them tonight." I explain. "Am I going to be okay?" his voice lace with concern, that I couldn't help but feel pity for him. "You're going to be okay. Just follow Doctor Dathan's instructions, okay?" I reassure him.

"There's a huge war ahead of us. Not against any pack, but against creatures that prey on werewolves." Her eyes widen. "The Ashwalkers?" she asks, and I nod. Looks like she's heard of them. Ashwalkers are dead creatures with burnt flesh and hollow eyes. There's a myth that they are dead rogues who come back to life. No one knows what kind of magic caused their creation. But when they attack in a group, they can take down an entire pack.