Female Wendigo Novels & Stories

The ropes holding them up creaking eerily in the emptiness. All of the creatures were hopelessly silent. Having long ago learned that screaming only got them attention they didn’t want. The monsters seemed to prefer the ones that still had spark. Someone was walking in the darkness, but Udora couldn’t see whom. She knew from the weight of the footfalls that it wasn’t Mathis bringing her food. Far worse. One of the monsters. He grabbed a woman around the waist. Lifting her until her chained wrists came off a hook that was slung high above. Attached to the bottom of the rope.

She was jealous of me because I could walk alongside the Alpha King, which she desperately wanted but never got. I shrugged at her, then raised my voice. "Why? Since she's the goddess of the moon, she can accurately judge each werewolf rather than the average werewolf who only knows by appearance."

"Locked under the magic of witchcraft is a wolf strongest known to exist. With eyes red as blood and fur dark as night, he was a sight no one remained alive to describe. Many have tried bringing it to life,but failed giving away their lives. Untill an innocent girl comes sealing her and the fate of entire mankind The girl named Thora Valentine" .................................................. 7:15 am Bloodmoon pack grounds A girl lays on the cold freezing ground. Her breath coming out heavy as she tries to move.

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

They said that the most dangerous animal in the world was a woman thirsty for vengeance; Minah would soon make Gil Salvador and the Fuegos realize how true that statement was. Gone was the kind and submissive girl who wore no confidence and grit. That woman had altered into someone who was way bolder and fiercer than ever before. Unlike Leigh, Minah was unforgiving, fearless, and brutal. And she was always ready to dig into hell just to get what she wanted. After taking just a few drinks, Minah started to feel drowsy. She was too exhausted from the shoot. To add more to that, this night was slipping away way too long. She glanced at her wristwatch. One and a half hours to go before the clock

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

As they were all werewolves, it was their nature to be dominant and animalistic. They were fighting to take control. As Elsa’s gaze slid sideway for a second, she saw as a group of woman had pinned down a lone wolf and were assaulting her the same way that they were assaulting Maya. The woman underneath them was struggling and snapping at them like an animal but her strength was nothing compared to the group of women that had overpowered her and were now feasting on her body. Elsa’s gaze went back to her new discovery. Her thumb slid down to that hole. She pinched Maya’s clit and then her index finger slid down to that tiny hole. She massaged the tiny pee hole softly.

The witches released their touch on Barbara's body. Adinata saw that the wolvire girl's eyes were no longer gray, but completely white, without the slightest black dot. Her skin was so pale and fair at the same time like someone who had drained of blood. The five-hour journey using the Body Transfer had made quite a difference to the girl. Her nails suddenly turned black and long, her curly hair turned silver white and behind her open lips, her teeth had turned sharp. “She’s changing into a wolvire,” Adinata declared tensely.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

The elf sitting at the center of the table had her red long hair tied on the side with a violet ribbon, a beautiful silver flower adorned her left shoulder and I could see colorful patterns she probably sew herself all around her white dress. She was the impostor. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Agafya.” It was impossible for another human to be living right here without me noticing it, so the only possible explanation for Jane’s map was that said human just arrived here today. It was clear from taking a single look at her, in a village full of elves that look beautifully alike, she sticks out like a sore thumb. We all here use the same plain looking white dress and do not even hav