Stories About Skinwalkers Novels & Stories

Carie spoke in a low tone in my mind, I could feel her tail wagging anxiously. “What do you mean? What the fuck is that?” I asked again, feeling agitated all of a sudden. “It's a skinwalker. They were dark creatures who were locked away from the face of the earth by the magic of the moon and the powers of the Moon Goddess.” My eyes widened in horror as I heard Carie. I was confused before because I was definitely not expecting to see a skinwalker in my life time, or until the doom was among our world.

I was glad that it was all over now. I hesitated, but then, with a small smile, I made my way toward him, sitting down next to Kai. The weight of that seat, the responsibility it symbolized, wasn’t lost on me. I was going to be an actual Luna now and not some play toy. As I sat down, Kai gave me a brief, reassuring smile before returning his attention to the pack members in front of him. A farmer stood before him, his face lined with worry and exhaustion. “Alpha,” he began, his voice trembling. “The skin walkers, they’ve been coming into the pack, ravaging our crops. My first daughter was taken just last night. Eaten alive.”

“Yes, my child, you are. Now not all of my people were as…well…spiritual as others. Like your culture, there are unsavory characters who like to drink, eat lots of meat, and do harm to others. They do it without once asking for forgiveness or thanks from the Great Spirit or Unetlanvhi. Those who live evil lives are often cursed to live cursed lives, and some of them become transformed. There are different legends among the various tribes in this country about these, but I have seen some of these in my lifetime. When I saw the creature change form, it got me thinking about the Skinwalker of Navaho legend. The Skinwalker or a Skinwalker is a type of witch.” “Oh?” Cindy asked. “But not like you

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

“No, it’s fine. But I want to see Greta. She's old and there’s no telling how much longer she has.” Skylar and Chaskai shared a looked which made Cheyenne frown. “I’m serious.” “What will you tell her when she begins to ask questions.” Chaskai asked. Cheyenne thought for a moment and sighed. That was a good question. What would she tell Greta when she asks where she’s been. Or how she could just leave her life for some man. “I obviously wouldn’t tell her that I live with werewolves if that’s what you’re getting at.”

I could feel myself getting wound up, and I needed to be calm if I wanted to get any answers out of her. “What’s a sunwalker?” I asked. “You are. As is Skye. As am I.” “How do you know our names?” “I was foretold of your coming, Ellis. The great beyond was kind enough to supply me with that information.” I nodded. Of course the great beyond would tell her our names, but nothing actually useful. “And what’s the deathsong?” I asked, thundering out questions one after the other. The knife felt heavy in my hands.

Maybe I really was making a huge mistake pushing him away. Interrupting my thoughts, Lucy replied, “Oh, it’s definitely true! Blake tortures people too, and so did his dad—well, your dad too, I guess. I’ve heard stories. I won’t repeat them because they’re gruesome.” “Tell me, please,” I said, eager to know, begging Lucy with my eyes. “Okay, I won’t go into detail, but I’ve heard they chop people’s arms and legs off and pull out their eyes. Stuff like that. And werewolves don’t die. They just heal so they can keep going for hours.”

There were no friends to make here, there was only predator and prey and she was no prey. There, she spotted the gangly squirrel and she pounced on it, ripping its throat apart. It wasn’t a squirrel of course. While she could have mistaken it for one thanks to the bushy tail, its face was more of a bizarre mix of a fish with a beak. She ate it anyway, no gift here came without double edges. Her stomach started to turn, heat up and roil as the creature fought with her body but when it finally settled down in her gut, she was full. She started to run for the pleasure of it and she couldn’t help but remember what happened the last time she did that. She had encountered the Skin walkers. Of all

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

He was panting like he had run a marathon. "Thank the moon goddess that you're okay. What the fuck happened?" Xavier growled out. Ember and Saphira jumped. "Alpha, Cassie texted you and some of the others when and what time we're coming home. What happened here?" Ember asked. Xavier checked his phone and saw that Ember was right before growling again. "A rogue group of werewolves attacked. They were looking for Saphira. The reason for it is still unknown." Xavier said. Saphira was confused by this. She didn't understand. Ember didn't like this at all.