Novel & Cerita Grimm Wendigo

We’re only allowed to keep meager amounts of dry rations in our individual hovels since we all gather in the community kitchen for meals. I missed breakfast this morning, being occupied with the princess. If I miss too many meals, my absence will be noticed. Even tonight, I’m going to be missing dinner, but I simply have to get to the princess. I hope and pray that she hasn’t already been discovered. The only saving grace is my hut is far enough into the forest from our ghetto. It is nearer to the city than the ghetto, and most Werewolves will not venture that far. Werewolves are not allowed to step inside the city limits outside their working hours. If caught, they’ll be punished. But some

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

With that, he stood up and left my room. Note: Wendigo is mythological creature said to invoke feelings of insatiable greed or hunger. It is said to cannibalize human beings. You could check my social media for the picture of wendigo.

When a second howl slices through the forest, I’m moving before I even think — sprinting toward the sound, my warrior instincts in full command. The air around me thickens, heavy with the stench of blood and rotting meat. It clings to my throat like smoke. Suffocating. Then I see it. The Wendigo. A werewolf turned monster after consuming the flesh of another werewolf. A disgusting, cannibalistic beast.

She continued walking to the grave, threw salt and lighter fluid at the grave, and soon set it on fire. The Wendigo’s bodies burn. The sound of their flesh sizzling in the flame emitted a smell so pungent that Qillalon’s eyes started to water. “What the heck is this?” He asked as he was slowly returning to his human form. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes as he stepped away from the burning Wendigo. She ignored his question and picked up the Wendigo’s heads and tossed them in the burning grave. The moment the heads were thrown in the hole, a strong force escaped it and flashes of white shapeless energy fled the grave.

Fighting the wendigo was like fighting death itself; every attack I landed healed in seconds, and every strike it dealt burned like fire. I was done playing with this creature; I had to look for Aria. With one final move, I grabbed the creature by the leg with my jaws, shaking it like a rag doll before slamming it into the ground. Without giving it a chance to fight back, I drove my clawed hand through its chest, gripping what should have been a heart. I snarled and ripped the heart out, tossing it onto the dirt. The Wendigo shrieked. The ground trembled. Its body began to crumble, dissolving into ash that swirled away with the wind.

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

Just watched his face with those steady green eyes and absorbed everything with the focused stillness of someone who had trained themselves to receive information without reacting to it until they were ready. She was extraordinary at it. He had briefed Council Elders who weren't this composed. "The Wendigo," she said when he paused. "You said they start as human." "Yes." "How." "Choice. There's a ritual. Dark and permanent and irreversible. A human chooses to consume another person and in doing so crosses a line that can't be uncrossed." He held her gaze. "Whatever they were before, afterward they're something else entirely. Stronger. Faster. Driven by hunger that never fully stops."

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”