Chapter 1

Do you believe monsters?...no?, well let me be the one to tell you that they're very much real and not make believe as you thought. Monsters live among us, hiding in the shadows waiting to strike at an unsuspecting, there are also people who study and practice black magic. Now how do I know this, It's because dealing with the supernatural is part of my life. My name is Takoda Walker, am a Native American teenager, I was born into the Yakama tribe in south Yakima, Washington USA and no my tribe doesn't live in huts, we live in a actual town, in actual houses. I am the only son and child of Alona & Chayton Walker.

My father is a brave, strong and kind man, a bit temperamental, but a kind man none the less he works for the local sheriff's office. My mother Alona was the most beautiful woman of our tribe, and a true diamond, like my father she was also a fighter, she loved me unconditionally, she even when as far as to threaten a group of bullies with bodily harm if they laid a hand on me again.

Then there's my uncle Hakan, like my father uncle Hakan loves me as if I was his own, when every he goes hunting or fishing with me, he never leaves my side. Dad was the second oldest of three brothers, there're older brother Sitka was tragically killed years ago when dad was my age. My Grandfather Caua is our chief, now my grandfather can be very strict about a lot of things especially, when it comes to outsiders, but there are also times he can be very laid back. He even decided that the tribe's children should enjoy life, such as go to a regular school in the city, have fun with friends even marry outside the tribe. He claims that someone as young as me shouldn't be chained to old traditions, so he allows our tribe to interact with people in town. I even got to attend a public school. Despite being old my grandfather was really well built and he has intimidated a lot of people.

My life was pretty normal until my 11th birthday, My uncle decided to take me and my mom hiking to Mount Aix, dad was working that day, so it was just the three of us. We spent about two hours hiking when we finally reached the top of the mountain, the view was amazing, I took a good long look a the sight so it could forever be in my memories.

When we climbed down, I suddenly heard my dad calling me, asking for help, my curious ten year old mind got the best of me and I followed the sound of his voice. I ended up getting separated from my mom and uncle, when I realized that I was lost I began to call out for my dad, I heard something the nearby bushes, I assumed it was dad, but as soon as I was close to it, the most terrifying and bone-chilling creature I had ever seen, it was at least nine feet tall, it looked looked like a deformed human, with long messy dirty hair red glowing eyes, crooked sharp teeth and it wore dirty torn clothing. I quickly ran, but that thing was much faster than me and it caught up to me. I watched as this monster morphed into a deformed bipedal coyote before my very eyes. It launched at at and clawed my left cheek, I screamed at the top of my lungs, as the monster picked me up to devour me, all of sudden I heard a gunshot, and the monster dropped me as it screeched in pain, I ended up losing consciousness when the monster dropped me.

When I came to, I was in my house, my grandfather was sitting besides me, He explained that the monster that attacked me was Skinwalker, an evil shapeshifter in Native American legends. He explained to me that skinwalkers can shapeshift into a grotesque version of any animal, he said that they can also mimic voices of someone you love, which is why I heard my father's voice, it was trying to lure me in to kill me. I asked my grandfather what happen to my uncle and mother, my grandfather had a sad look on his face he told me something that turned my world upside down. My mother was killed by the skinwalker, she and my uncle fought it to save me, my uncle managed to drive his silver tip spear through the creature's heart, killing it, my uncle was in critical condition, but the hospital said that he would live.

I was devastated, my mom was dead my uncle was seriously injured, and it was my fault, my fault for being stupid by wandering off on my own. My dad was taking worse than me, the woman he loved was gone forever. Soon the death of my mother reached the ears of the rest of the town, while the populace believed she was killed by a pack of wolves, my tribe knew exactly what killed her. I learned that day that my tribe keeps Yakima safe from not only skinwalkers, but any supernatural monster that threatens the lives of the people of Yakima.

It's been two years after my mother's burial I just turned 13, I had a dream about being in rich green forest, surrounded by many animals, wolves, bears, pumas, eagles and every other North American animal. Standing among them was an elderly man wearing a big chief Indian hat and clean Indian robes, he was riding a beautiful white and brown pinto horse. I asked him who he was, and his answer shocked me. He was The Great Spirit, the one that all Native American tribes worshipped and I was standing in his presence.

I quickly bowed to show my respect, which he acknowledged. I asked him why was he visiting me in my dreams, he said that he had been watching me since I lost my mother and the guilt that I carried. He explained to me that I shouldn't hold myself accountable for what happened to my mother and uncle, he also said that he could feel my will protect others and for that he was going to grant me abilities that he only grants those he finds worthy of carrying. He was going to give me the powers of my spirit animal, which by the way was the wolf, which was a symbol of my will to protect my loved ones.

The Great Spirit touched my forehead and I felt a surge of power flowing through me, I don't know how to describe it, but it felt incredible. After that I woke up and immediately told my grandfather what just happened, luckily he believed, since he was a strong believer in The Great Spirit. He was surprised to hear that I was chosen by the spirit, he said that the last member of our tribe to be gifted with such a power, was his mother, my great grandmother, he told me that I would need to train my body and mind, if I was going to protect the tribe. For the next three years I went through rigorous training, hand to hand combat, six hours of mediation and weapon skills, my grandfather was a strict teacher, and he did not take it easy on me, but I was determined to grow stronger to fight the monsters even worse than skinwalkers.

In those three years I have trained I have became one with my spirit animal, I felt that I was now ready to take whatever supernatural creature the world would throw at me. I am now 16 and I still live in Yakima, protecting not only my tribe, but my whole town as well. I thought I knew everything I needed to know about the supernatural world, but I will soon learned that there is much more than I already know.

Present

It was a quiet night in the small village of the Yakama tribe, Takoda Walker, now 16 years old was doing homework in his room. Takoda had matured over the last three years, his training with his grandfather had given him a lot of muscle, he had long straight black hair that was tied into a low ponytail which reached down his back. He was wearing a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans and brown timberland boots, the most noticeable thing about him was the three claw-marked scar on the left side of his face, a permanent reminder of the skinwalker that attacked him five years ago. As he was studying his phone rang, he saw that it was his dad calling so he answered it.

"Hey dad" said Takoda.

"hey Takoda just calling to let you know that I will be working late tonight, so if you need anything just go to your grandfather or uncle alright"

"Don't worry dad, I will and besides I know how to cook my own meals" said Takoda

"Alright then take care son"

"You too dad bye" said Takoda as he hung up, as Takoda was finishing up his homework, he felt something in his house, using his heighten sense of hearing, he could hear someone walking downstairs, he quietly, made his way down to see who it was, he entered the living room only to find it empty, he then walked into the kitchen, only for it to be empty as well, or so he thought, he quickly ducked as an intruder lunged at him from behind. He got a good look at the intruder, it was wearing torn up clothing and its skin was pale white tiny gray hairs, glowing yellow eyes and crooked yellow needle like teeth and twisted lips. Takoda now knew what the intruder was.. a wendigo.

When he started training with his grandfather, he gave Takoda a book on the monsters that can be found in all through out America, the wendigo was by far one of the worst ones, considering that they were cannibalistic monsters. The Wendigo screeched at him lunged again Takoda face's became more wolf like as he prepared for a fight. Takoda snarled as he delivered right punch to the cannibal's face, and an uppercut to the chin, he wendigo fell down to the floor, Takoda attempted to bite on the wendigo's neck, but the cannibal lifted it's right leg and used its enhanced strength to sent Takoda against the wall.

The Wendigo swung its clawed hands at Takoda, in attempted to gut him, Takoda was quick to grab his arm and bring down his elbow on the wendigo's arm, snapping it in two, but Takoda's victory was short lived as the wendigo's arm was snapping back into place. Takoda mentally cursed, he had forgotten that wendigos have strong healing powers and can survive wounds that would normally be fatal, and another thing, seeing how he injured the cannibal pretty badly, it was now going to become more dangerous and aggressive. Then it grabbed Takoda with fast reflexes and threw him on top of the kitchen counter, breaking it.

Takoda thought fast as he grabbed the wendigo's head and jammed his claws into the cannibal's eyes, effectively blinding it, the wendigo was screeching loudly and swinging its arms wildly trying to hit its prey. Takoda grabbed the monster by the neck, and using his enhanced strength, he through the cannibal through the wall and into the living room.

Takoda remember that to kill a wendigo you either have to cut the head off, jam a silver weapon through the heart or burn it entirely. Takoda then realized that he had a silver dagger in one of the drawers in the kitchen, he quickly took it and swiftly jammed the dagger through the wendigo's heart, killing it for good.

Takoda was trying to catch his breath, as his face turned back human. He needed to go tell his grandfather about this, he grabbed his bag and put some weapons in it, such as a bird head club, bolas, two daggers and one handgun. In his hands were his two favourite tomahawks, he quickly ran to his front door, and began to head towards his grandfather, as he approached the east side of the village he could a battle going on. As Takoda approached he was horrified to see some of the houses in his village on fire and several members of his tribe dead.

Takoda was soon surrounded by more intruders, they were undead monsters with glowing blue eyes armed with weapons such as swords and shields, just as he was prepared to fight the undead monsters were all shot dead. Takoda looked and saw that it was his uncle Hakan with a couple of other tribe members. "Are you alright Takoda?" Hakan asked his nephew.

"Yeah I'm ok, thanks uncle" said Takoda

"I stooped by your house to find you, but all I found was a dead wendigo" said Hakan.

"Just a home intruder trying to get the drop on me" explained Takoda. "Anyway what is happening uncle?" asked Takoda with a worried expression.

"The village is being raided, by supernatural forces" explained Hakan.

"Well who's leading the?, they're undead warriors, someone has to be controlling them" said Takoda

"You're right someone is, and that someone is targeting our chief" Hakan told his nephew

"What!?" shouted Takoda

"Look Takoda there's no time to explain things any further, you need to go help the chief right now, as strong as he might be, he's old and outnumbered" said Hakan

"Well about you, what are you gonna do?" asked Takoda

"I'll stay behind and help fight of these monsters, I already called your father, he's on his way with a group of police officers, now go" said Hakan, as he lead the tribesman in the opposite direction. Takoda then sprinted towards his grandfather's location.

Chief Caua had just dug his tomahawk into the head of a wendigo, he had been meditating when he was attacked in his own home, he was able to swiftly disposed of the intruders. After killing the wendigo he heard slow clapping, he turned and saw someone wearing a dark purple hood, black pants had long hair sticking out of the hood, wore brown shoes and was holding a staff with the tip glowing purple. The figure stopped clapping, "Well that was impressive, I expect nothing less from the legendary chief Caua, leader of the Yakama tribe" said the figure, judging by the voice, Caua figured that the hooded figure was young man.

"I assume you're the one behind the attack on my tribe?" asked Caua

"You assumed correct" answered the figure.

"Who are you, and what is your reason for this attack?" Caua asked him.

"Well to answer your first question you may call me Azazel, and for the second, my reason for this attack, well simple, I want revenge" said the now named Azazel as his eyes glowed purple. Just then four more individuals sprang from the darkness, they looked human, but they had sharp teeth, which had fresh blood on them. Caua knew that this things were ghouls. Caua could feel his blood boiling, the blood that stained their teeth, was the blood of his people, these freaks of nature have been feeding on his people.

The first ghoul attacked, caua reacted by striking the ghoul with his ball club, shattering its jaw. Caua then struck the second one in the leg with his tomahawk. The third one though got the drop on him, as it bit his shoulder. Caua flip over shoulder, and stomped on the ghouls neck, killing it, the fourth swung its claws at Caua, Caua quickly grabbed it and sliced it off with his tomahawk, the ghoul screeched at losing its arm, Caua silenced it by twisting the ghoul's neck. Just as Caua was going to turn his attention to Azazel, he felt an incredible pain in his leg. He looked and saw that the ghoul he struck in the leg with tomahawk, now did the same to him.

The last ghoul laughed believing it won, went to bite into Caua's neck, but Caua pulled out a dagger from his coat and jammed under the ghoul chin. After killing the last ghoul, Caua was blasted by a beam of purple light, he looked up and saw that it was Azazel, he had blasted him with his staff. Before he could stand up, Azazel put his foot on Caua's throat.

"My my how the mighty have fallen, the protector of the Yakama tribe underneath my foot, do you know how long I waited to see you like this, utterly helpless" sneered Azazel, as he applied more pressure.

"I'm am going to take great pleasure in not only killing you, but your entire tribe, by using the reanimated corpses of your dead tribesmen." said Azazel with a sadistic glee. Just as he was about to crush Caua's neck, he was struck so hard that he was sent flying through the wall of the living room. Caua looked and saw that it was his grandson, he had on his feral wolf face,

"Leave my grandfather alone" said Takoda as his voice sounded like a beast.

"Your grandfather huh?, very well then you can die with him" said Azazel, as a long curved blade formed on his staff, which now resembled a scythe. Azazel charged at Takoda and swung his deadly blade, Takoda managed to dodge the lethal strike, and sweep at Azazel leg, but the dark mage jumped to avoid the sweep and while in the air he landed a kick to Takoda's face, which was strong to knock him on his back. Azazel, brought his scythe down to impale his opponent, but Takoda was quick to roll out of the way. The blade made a large crack into the ground, and became stuck, Takoda wasted no time and dashed at his opponent with his enhanced speed to deliver a right hook to Azazel's body and a side kick to his head, sending him to the ground quickly.

Azazel quickly sweep Takoda's leg, causing him to lose his balance. Azazel stretched out his hand and his scythe came to him, he swung his blade at Takoda once again, Takoda jumped back to avoid the strike, but he reacted a little too late, as the blade cut him across the chest. Takoda screamed as he felt the deadly blade, cut him, he could feel the warm blood starting to seep out of his wound. Azazel laughed, "I'll bury you and the entire fucking tribe, Wolf boy" said Azazel sneering. He then struck Takoda in the face with the handle of his weapon, and kicked him in the chest, throwing him into the dining room. Takoda then took out his two tomahawks, and began to engaged Azazel in blade combat. The blades of his tomahawks clashing with Azazel's scythe, both fighters showed true skill. Takoda gained the upper hand when got close to Azazel, he figured that since his scythe was good for fighting from a distance and not close combat like his tomahawks, he would have the advantage, and his was right, because Azazel now couldn't hit him with deadly blade.

Takoda elbowed Azazel in the face, knocking out a couple of his teeth in the process, he then took the opportunity to jam both his weapons into Azazel's shoulders. "AHHHHH, YOU BASTARD" screamed Azazel, who quickly head butted Takoda knocking him to the ground, he took out the tomahawks from his shoulders, he then threw them to the ground and Takoda quickly picked them up and jumped away from Azazel.

Soon the sound of police sirens were heard, Takoda's father was coming with backup, and Azazel could feel his undead warriors dropping like flies. "You won this round Wolf boy, but next time you won't be so lucky" said Azazel as he opened a portal with his staff to escape, but Takoda wasn't having any it, this bastard came to his village, killed members of his tribe and tried to kill his grandfather this guy had to pay.

"You're not going anywhere" said Takoda as he jumped in after Azazel. "No Takoda wait!" shouted Caua, but it was already two late, Takoda had already jumped int the portal. Inside was like going through the stars in space, Takoda and Azazel continued to exchange blows, landing punches to the faces, kicks to the ribs, headbutts to the noses, Takoda then bit into Azazel's shoulder wounds with his sharp, "ahhh you fucking animal let go!" he screamed as he kneed Takoda in the stomach, forcing him to let go. Takoda then swiped his claws at Azazel, but instead struck his staff.

The staff then started to spark uncontrollably, "you idiotic canine, you destabilized my staff, the magic is going out of control!" shouted Azazel as the staff erupted into a blinding purple light.

When Takoda came to he found himself in a forest, it was nighttime, he quickly got up and began to call out for help, "dad, uncle Hakan, Grandpa!" but there was no respond, he then climbed one of the nearby trees, to see if he can spot his village. He then saw a large town a couple of miles away, what really caught his attention was the large wall around it, regardless he knew it was best to head there instead of spending the night in the woods, he checked his backpack to see he had anything to heal the wound in his chest, it was killing him, to his relieve he had some rubbing alcohol and some bandage wraps, he quickly patched himself up and headed towards the city. About 15 minutes later he made it to the entrance, there was a sign that said welcome welcome to trollberg. "Hmm what strange name for a city" thought Takoda as he entered.

Hello fellow readers, once again I started a new story, just recently I started watching Hilda on Netflix, which by the way is an amazing show. I was also inspired by a story named Richard & Hilda by Asylum117, go check out his stories there awesome and please leave me some reviews telling me what you think of this story.

PS if some of you are wondering what Takoda looks like when his face changes, just think of teen wolf or the blutbads in the tv show Grimm when there faces change