Novel & Cerita Female Wendigo

Very remarkable! ************************************** I am Lydia Richmond. I am a female werewolf from the Kingsford pack. I am twenty five years old. I am tall, slim, curvy, and beautiful. Adding all features together, I can be classified as a sexy lady. I had no issues whatsoever. I was not only beautiful and curvy, but also full in the right places. My boobs were full and my ass was fleshy enough for a man to hold on to. But despite all these amazing feminine features I possessed, I had an issue which haunted me every second of my life.

Their population was decreasing, and humans have been invading a few of the territories. Just last time, he had seen a mother being pierced in her heart by a heartless human. That woman had kids waiting for her return back home but instead, she died after risking exposure to humans so she can get some food since preys were slow in that part of the camp, and there was no source of food except if they hunt them. "What do you mean were-witches? Elinor is the last were-witch. She is the only one living before Judas." "She had children with Colin of the Bloody Immortals Pack, in case you did not know since you were not around for half the time being,"

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

He was uncontrollable and only his father could battle him, well, he managed to get out of it alive once when he tried to put him in the cage. The chains loosened and we could hear the howls of the Wendigo. Even the pack members took a step back as their fear enveloped us. And I believe that’s their mistake. We all know what feeds the Wendigo the most. It’s fear. They love the scent of fear. It feeds them more. And with the full moon, they are unstoppable. Even silver or wolfsbane is not enough to weaken them. I rolled my eyes, I should have expected this would come. Ceylan is too much of a coward to even try to fight me himself. Instead, he relies on selfish methods.

He held her by the hand, and led her to the room, while Queen Marinara, consoled Tangy, who looks like she would break down any moment soon, just watching them leave holding hands, but then she consoled herself, for she isn't the only one, she have seen that even Astra that came with them, have been abandoned, she decided to cheer up, and strike a conversation with her. "Hi, I am Tangy, and I am a werewoman".

She giggled as she realize how potent the narcotic drug she made was. "How was it to feel powerless for once, Mathias?" Morrigan's cold reverberated around the room. She leaned by the door, her hands behind her shutting the door. And despite the darkness that looms inside the room, Mathias tried to lift his head but he could only see the blurred figure of a woman standing by the door. But he knows who it was clearly, with her sweet voice reverberating around the room there was no mistake it was Morrigan. Mathias could feel the cold aura surrounding her, different from the young lady he saw earlier by the garden. Despite having the same sweet voice, the voice he heard is cold and dry. Uninter

"It's a sex joke. Damn girl, you really are lost in this society eh? You've got a lot of slang and perversion to learn if you're to make it here." "This is turning out to be a lot more complicated than I had thought." "Yeah, humans are pretty complex. They can take anything and make it into a headache it seems." I tilt my head. "Yes dear, I know you are werewolf. I'm not human either, but my scent is masked. Are you familiar with vampires?" "Yes, but I've never met any."

“But... what happened to get you all this anger?” I look at her out of the corner of my eye and notice the other two standing quietly in a corner of the room. “A woman!” I said, remembering her face. “What? Who is she? If you give us permission you can consider her dead!” “She is not a vampire woman and not even a human...” “A wolf?” “Exactly, but she is different from the others... she has special abilities!” “The three of us can bring her to you if you wish, or kill her...” She said, want to make me happy.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Pendleton," the menacing ghost woman glared her pale white eyes at the old man. The angry spirit doesn't look white as a ghost; her skin is dark, and her eyes are pale. You can't see pupils. She spread her menacing ghost powers to frighten the old lord. Pendleton took a step back. His face was pale as the white dress of this angry ghost. If I'm right, this angry spirit is none other than Count Everlot's daughter and this man's wife, Viola.