Stories About Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

And I have to let them. Wren nodded. Luan looked at her hands. At the grey skin. At the scars. Then I find another way. There is no other way. Then I make one. She stood up. She walked outside. The moon was high. Full in five days. She looked at the sky. I'm not letting anyone else die for me, she said. The moon did not answer. But the wolf did. It howled. And somewhere in the darkness, something howled back.

“…w‍atch the upperclas‌s⁠men‍ c⁠losely. They are not all human.” ‍The words landed like cold steel, ‍I blink⁠ed. “Excuse‍ me?” ‌Her lips pre‌s‌sed into a thin line. “There are things here, El⁠i, tha‌t even a scholarship student m⁠ust know. Westbridge is‌ a sa‍nctuary, a sc‌hoo⁠l, yes b‌ut it is also a‍ hunting ground. S‌o‌me students are not w⁠hat they appear and som‍e walk in human form,‌ but their na‍tur‍e is far m‍ore primal. Wol‌ves, shifters, creat⁠ur‌es from old lineages. You must act careful‍ly, do not⁠ draw attention an‍d do not speak of this to your parents.‍ They‍ belie‍ve this is an‌ elite acade‌my. They must not know the rest.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not misunderstanding anything.” My voice was calm when I told Ethan to continue with the adoption proceedings and that I would wait in the car. Relief visibly washed over him, and he even allowed himself a lighter smile as he told me to wait obediently and promised he would return shortly. I turned toward the black town car parked beneath the night sky. As I walked, I passed attendants from my former Coven and servants of the Nightfall Dominion. They did not bother to lower their voices. Their glances lingered on me with something dangerously close to pity.

FERAL SINS. EPISODE TWENTY ONE.. She buried her head in between her knees as she closed her ears, trying so hard to take her attention elsewhere and not the growling and bone crushing sounds behind the door.. She didn't have much of a choice as the only thing prominent around her was darkness. Outside, the battle between the werewolves and five Skinwalkers ( therianthrope) had ended. All the therianthrope had been dead before the backup burst through the door..

Once again, he was at the receiving end of Seth’s misdeeds, and there was no way to cover anything up this time because he was sitting in front of witnesses and a council of werewolves he wanted to be part of. One by one, after their interviews, busloads of werewolves and humans rolled out of the Walker Ranch and the surrounding areas. They used the cover of night to avoid raising suspicion from the local neighbors and authorities. They masqueraded as tourists who got lost along the way, if anyone was curious enough to ask. After everyone left, Silvercreek went back to being a quiet little town nobody had ever heard of.

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

They exchanged a nervous glance, prepared for whatever awaited them. Out of the shadows emerged a figure—a being that seemed to embody both human and animal characteristics. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its form shifted and morphed as if it were made of liquid. "Tiffany, Hailey," a voice echoed in their minds. "Welcome to Terrasia, the realm of the skinwalkers." The figure stepped forward, revealing a tall woman with wild, flowing hair and a calm yet powerful presence. She wore a cloak adorned with feathers and symbols, marking her as a guardian of Terrasia.

Maya’s bubbliness was infectious and helped calm some of Charlie's anxiety. “Do only werewolves, witches and vampires go to this school?” “Oh no! Those are the main three but we have some fairies, a small group of dragons. They give a whole new meaning to the word hothead. There are some werecats, avoid any and all cat jokes around them, they will literally scratch your eyes out. Oh! And there are a few native American skinwalkers. They are super secretive and keep to themselves.” “Aren't skinwalkers…?”

When not with the pack, my cousins and I dropped the titles and went on a first-name basis. Seeing an opportunity to kill used to excite Finn the most in the world. I stopped the car, and he jumped out while growling and shifting immediately. I waited for him to finish the task while thinking about Nyla. She would assume I left because of her slap. I just left home an hour ago and was already missing her. I looked back at Finn to see how he loved to play with his prey. That Rogue wolf wasn't even in our territory but no wolves except the Rogues dared to venture out into this forest infested with the Skinwalkers. Only they were immune to the skinwalker magic.

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.