Female Wendigo Novels & Stories

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

“Mine too!“ Dante and Idalia said at the same time. They all stared at each other because that did not seem like it was a coincidence. No one said anything until an attractive woman in a tight suit walked in. She had beautiful long red hair and full lips. The suit showed off her curvy body and Lola saw both men staring at her with desire. The woman smiled and said, “Hi everyone, my name is Feline. We are ready for you now so if you would please follow me?” She walked towards one of the doors her hips swaying with every step. Lola quickly walked after her and the rest followed. They went into a room with some chairs and a beamer. They all sat down, and Feline turned off the lights and put the

I don’t know how to raise a dragon, Goddess, I don’t know how to look after children at all, but I am learning, we all are. That is when I realised I have never seen anything about Wendy, which seems strange considering how close she and Arly are. I would have expected to see something of her in our future, even if it is only as the surrogate grandmother she has become. But nothing. Then, when Imelda said what she did, it got me thinking, which I’m sure Christian and Zander would say is not a good thing. They would probably be right too, because what I’m thinking right now is that Pine Lake isn’t just a werewolf pack. We are a hybrid pack, and I think Wendy is another of the rarest, most sou

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

"That doesn't belong to us." Additional howls merged with the one, one originating from sides. Encircling us. "Kael," I whispered. "No." Andrew's tone turned icy. "Another pack. Those markings don't look familiar to me." Wolves appeared from the forest. Six. Eight. Ten. Each enormous displayed mark to me…a crown of thorns etched into their coats. And stepping between them, perfectly calm, was a woman. Lofty. Graceful. Her silver hair appeared to shimmer in the fading light. Her eyes matched the wendigo’s red hue.

“It would have to be something like a Morrigan or a Succubus, maybe even Valkyrie, but definitely something with a feminine bias.” “Feminine? Why’s that?” Xavier raised an eyebrow in curiosity. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust George, the man had practically put one of the pack wolves back together after he’d run into a warlock’s silver-laced trap a couple months ago, so he obviously knew what he was doing, but he was curious as to the man’s reasoning.

Exhaling deeply, I clasped my hands on top of my desk and asked, “What is the deal with Willow?” Rita's face screwed up at me in disbelief. “Willow Tegid is the daughter of the Black Moon Goddess Cerridwen. She's a manipulative witch who uses others to get what she wants. She will also cast spells to advance and has probably put spells on this entire pack, including Victor,” she stated with her arms crossed. “She's not a shewolf?” I questioned. Pffting me Rita shook her head, “Hell no! She just has shape-shifting abilities due to her mother and conveniently shifts into a false werewolf during the full moon.”

another wendigo drop down from tree in front of them it grab the hand of of of the girls and rip it out then slap Angelica away and she crashed meters away . "arhhh " tell third girl scream out as they first wendigos paws on her and divided into 2 .in front of me laid 2 decapitated bodies of witches whole had abducted me . "grahhhh please... please spare me " Angelica cried as the wendigos tear her from limb to limbs on thing nothing was left of her . the first wendigos growled and threw the hand of Angelica. it walked slowly to me starring directly at my face like it was actually searching for something .

“Eat. That bastard wanted to eat our Chickpea. That bastard." “That or wanted to use her as leverage. Wendigos are malevolent and cannibalistic creatures and shapeshifters. Wendigos are strongly associated with the winter, the north, and coldness. Human beings will transform into Wendigos if they perform cannibalism. Human beings would become possessed by the demonic spirit of the beast, usually in a dream. Once transformed, the individual will become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh. These monsters are the embodiments of gluttony, greed, and excess. They are never satisfied with killing and consuming one person. For those two to come for Chickpea there must be more of them ou

Author's notes Jaxon is definitely going to turn to a whole different person after he visits the Wendigos. To clear up the confusion, Wendigos in my own context are just like wolves but slightly different in personalities. They suck blood like vampires, cast spells, seduce like the sirens, shift like wolves and manipulates voices in their victim... we're just starting the ride, please vote for my book❤️