Stories About Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

it crackles through the half-broken speakers of Paul’s phone. “What is that?! I yell, running over to the group. “Some fucked up shit someone caught on camera at the Blood Moon pack,” Paul answers. “A friend sent it to me. They punished some she-wolf whose been killing pack members. Makes you wonder what we’re fighting for when our own kind are killing one another.”

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

She scoffed and almost closed the book, but the bird stopped her. "It can't be fictional if it can only be opened by your hair magic." "True." She then continued watching the images play The witch's heir was the werewolf's Alpha lover, and everyone, either in the coven or the packs, knew about it. They both love each other. A few days before their wedding, the lady, whose face or name was not mentioned or shown in the book, was chased by a group of werewolves. She was captured, and after being saved by the Alpha, her lover, she stabbed him in the back with the knife he gifted her last festival to protect herself. Then the book closed, but before it did, a red moon shone brightly.

I spend a few hours talking with residents and renegades of the town, listening to their side of the story, talking with any families that lost a significant other to the attack and fires last night. It was my understanding they beat Cassidy within an inch of her life, thinking she was Seffy, then dragged her and several other females off. I gathered the names of the women they had taken, there were almost a dozen that had been abducted. A few of them were humans who couldn’t defend themselves against warrior wolves, never mind ranked wolves. “What about Bailey?” I finally ask Seffy once back at Jamerson’s house.

I muttered. "Must kill... must kill... Bonnie..." Robbie let out a low growl and barked, his hackles raised. "It's no use," I said quickly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "There's no way with that much cursed energy on him that he's even alive right now. It's just a puppet." I recognized this from one of the forbidden texts I'd snuck in to read during my time as Luna. Skinwalkers had the power to create zombies—mindless puppets animated by cursed energy to carry out a specific task. This one's was clear. Find me. Kill me.

I chuckled, gave Hendrix’s cock one last grind before standing up. “You better correct your wordings, my old friend. I’m a daughter, not a son.” I muttered before going back to my own place, beside Mark. We continued to play the game but the awkwardness could be felt in the whole circle. Some already left after my scenario. And after that, gradually we are decreasing by multiple students. It was already in the middle of the night when I went to my tent. Hendrix and Kylie were left in the campfire for I think they have to talk and fix their misunderstanding.

Her eyes fell on another category, humans? I circulated papers feeling suspicious, they are all empty! I continued until I reached the last page and found some small writing in blood "You will be killed as soon as you meet your girlfriend" What? You didn't understand anything why werewolves would be killed once he met his mate?? “Nonsense,” she muttered, carelessly throwing the book to cover herself and falling asleep, tired from traveling and from what she had recently been through ... She walked slowly in the dark and was never afraid. She stopped her movement when she saw him in front of her, in his uniform and cold features.