Stories About Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

Marcel, one of my oldest and most loyal warriors, knelt before me, his eyes downcast. “The skinwalkers have destroyed four of our kind, Your Highness,” he said quietly. “They’re using dark magic, far more than we anticipated. Two of our men… had their tongues cut out. We are doing everything to heal the wounded, but—” A shiver crawled up my spine. The words painted a nightmare I wasn’t ready to face. I touched his shoulder, trying to anchor him, and yet the weight of it all pressed on me like a mountain. “Dismissed.”

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.

“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.

The Skinwalkers weren't here yet, but they would be soon. "Who are you?" The Gamma asked, with shock and confusion. "Beau Oaklee, the girl who betrayed her family." I replied, before I began pushing them again. They did their best to run, despite the hogweed in their system. We stopped when the Skinwalkers appeared surrounding us. We were in the middle of the street surrounded by houses, that had worried men, women, and children looking out the windows. With a flick of my wrist curtains and blinds were closed.

“Oliver doesn’t like people to know. He says exposing me is dangerous and I wouldn’t be safe.” “He isn't wrong.” I didn’t know much about Skinwalkers, but I did know they were rare and magical. That their blood could give life and youth. That long ago they were hunted for their blood. Used and abused by tyrants who wished to rule the realm. “Thank you,” I say, now I realize what a special gift she gave me. “Anything for Rhett.” She barely whispers as we stop outside a room, and she pushes the door open to reveal a small room with one other door and a bed not much bigger than a cot.

I showed her my scar of where the weird bite was. “Oh my God!” she screeched and looked at the bite. “It’s a vampire!” she said. I couldn’t stop my laughing. “Yeah, right, and I am Elena Gilbert” “I’m serious! There’s all these legends about them in Europe.” “Myths to scare children and tourists, I don’t believe it.” “Now, Skinwalkers, I have heard of those, and my friend had visual evidence, she used to live in the Appalachian Mountains in Tennessee. There’s a lot of evil creatures there for some odd reason.”

Evangeline and Emma were miles away in the human world. “The signal is getting louder,” Lucien warned, the monitors beginning to hiss with static. “The first wave is at the ridge. It’s a pack of ‘Skinned-Walkers’ from the north - they’ve been tracking the resonance since the Hub went down.” Xander looked at the Prism. The crystal let out a low, dissonant chime, a sound that felt like a challenge. The temporary peace of the last two weeks was over. They had broken the "Hush," but in doing so, they had invited the storm.

There is this one story that is always told called 'The Wolf People' (The Wolf People) Thousands of years ago, there was a tribe of people who lived in the deep parts of the forest known as the Wolf People. It's been said that these people had the ability to change or shape shift from human to wolf, also known as werewolves. They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Within hours, the group splintered — survival had a way of revealing the beasts beneath the skin. They formed packs that were more Alphas. Strength was law. They took charge, and the weak became prey. Anyone who couldn’t fight, who didn’t move fast enough or hide well enough, was hunted like a game. Rose and Franco after escaping one chao faced another, even though they moved like ghosts through the forest. Franco, eyes sharp and ears easy to spot footsteps. As much as they tried to conceal their present it was impossible. As the old saying goes, even ghosts couldn't outrun everything.