Female Wendigo Novels & Stories

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

With time, more and more disturbing happenings have occurred, but I've done my best to contain the threat. Not only were rogues working in packs, but beasts called Wendigo’s had appeared. Wendigo’s were werewolves who had eaten werewolves and become something different. They lived to kill and eat werewolves and had no trace of sanity left. And then there was the Manangal’s, vampire-like creatures with elongated limbs, long claws, teeth and surrounded by a revolting smell. They preyed on children and pregnant women.

I am the chosen one, people look up to me for protection but the white witches guarded me down like their life depended on them. Jake was worse than I thought. He would fight against the other clans and make them his cohorts by force or you die. I heard he wiped off the Wendigo. Wendigos are very powerful creatures with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh. For vampires with the highest population to wipe off such powerful creatures, they were really strong and waxing daily.

Wendigo (creature) Wendigo is a creature that was once human but was transformed into an immortal evil spirit when it took up the practice of cannibalism. Wendigos are cursed to wander the land, eternally seeking to fulfill their voracious appetite for human flesh. Various Native American tribes tell slightly different stories about this creature and refer to it by other names – Wendigo, Witigo, Witiko, and Wee-Tee-Go – but each version roughly translates to mean the evil spirit that devours humanity. Around 1860, a German explorer translated Wendigo as a cannibal.

I left the volume that I was reading and came over and took a look. “Is that it?” I asked, I had never seen it before, only Damon had. “Yes,” he nodded and tapped his finger on the picture of the monster. I looked at the name – it was called a Wendigo! “A wendigo,” I muttered. “That’s the fucker…” he said. “What’s this down here?” I pointed to the description printed at the bottom, and read. “Wendigo are dead cursed wolves, their souls are trapped in their body and they are vengeful. The curse can only be broken by the Blood of a Goddess.”

"Yes, I am. But as you've said, these new generation of White Wolf's soldiers are currently the best Wolf's. The best thing to know the enemy's weakness is to befriend with them." "Is this really is it? You're just interested in this red lips gay gay White Wolf soldier right? He swings in your way and just happen to be your perfect combination. Alexander, I just wanted to remind you, Alexandra seduced two gorgeous White Wolf's soldiers before and was successful of it. But it ended in a tragedy. We don't want you to be like Alexandra, Alexander. We don't want to repeat another tragedy."

The wolf above me is surprisingly stronger and is overpowering me. He wants to go for the most vulnerable part of my body which is my neck. Almost instantly he fell limply on me, whimpering weakly. "What are you doing?!Get up!" Blackmer shouts at me while pulling the dead wolf off me. I stood in my wolf form, the blood from the brown wolf dripping from my fur. Some men are lying dead on the floor while some are fighting like their lives depend on it. I'm glad Silvana is far from this insanity, but I wasn't happy for long before I sensed her presence.

Moving on, the Frost Wendigo, a creature resembling a monstrous and vicious Undead covered in blood, flesh, and animal pelt was exposed to miasma and named, evolving into a Winter Wendigo Queen, it seemed to be a female, and when it evolved, it gained the ability to take into a female form resembling a half-goat woman with pale-white skin and wearing the skull of a goat over her head, while covering her body with animal pelt… She was able to speak and became as strong as an SSS-Rank.

“Banshee or Ben sidhe, the one who can see death, becomes her friend. Her scream can be heard for miles, and it's so powerful that it can easily shatter a skull. Due to her dark powers, the banshee can be easily hated by other creatures.” — Predicting death? God, that must be horrible. I picked up another piece of paper from the table, featuring a drawing of a man. His gaze was empty and as black as a vortex, and his smile was wide, almost reaching his ears. His teeth were long and pointed. “Wendigos are creatures that devour humans. They are destructive and cannibalistic, capable of imitating the voice of anyone they desire to lure into their hunt. Their speed surpasses that of an ordinary

He stopped when they got to the living room and Loiret was quite surprised to see young ladies hurrying and scurrying around, some in maid uniforms which was an all black. "Amanda!" The tough guy called out and a woman was there in a few seconds. Loiret was almost shocked at the speed with which the woman had showed up in front of them. "Here you go." The tough guy pushed her towards Amanda and Amanda immediately scrunched up her face. "A human?" She asked. "No, an unbloomed wolf." "A wolf?! Are you out of your senses?! His Majesty will spill our blood on this very...." "His Majesty brought her into the kingdom." the tough guy cut Amanda off and Amanda furrowed her brows, in surprise.