Grimm Wendigo 소설 & 이야기

Rolling her eyes Kim knelt down beside me, fixing her eyes on the rogues as they continued their meal. "This started centuries ago." She started to seem to enjoy teaching me something. "When wolves discovered that they could shed their earthly shell, they began to eat the flesh of innocents. With each innocent they ate, they became more powerful and more of their flesh began to deteriorate and disappear until all that was left were wendigos. " "So this is how wendigos came to be?" I asked. "I just thought they were wolves that ate innocent flesh once and then turned into that."

Yanking his sword back, Elias grabbed me once again and began to pull me away from the creature that was shrieking and convulsing before finally collapsing in on itself, disappearing entirely into nothing but dust and smoke. "It..." I stammered as we continued to move. "It disappeared." "That's what they do when they die." Elias explained through puffs. "Don't focus on that; focus on escape!" Biting back on any other questions I may have had, I nodded, picking up my pace just as more growls erupted from behind us. It seemed that Wendigo wasn't alone, and now its friends were pissed because we killed their comrade.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room. The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance. And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos. The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.

“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

“The answer to your question is yes,” Mr. Morgenstern said. Hannah and I glanced at each other before turning back to him. It felt good to be prove right. “Werewolves exist and there are a lot of them in this town,” he continued. His wife slipped her dainty hand into his. They were seated on a loveseat couch while the three of us were on a four sitter opposite theirs. Mrs. Morgenstern seemed like the perfect stepford wife who did nothing but care for her husband and the family. “In fact, there are more supernatural beings than humans in this town.”

I asked again and she nodded. I scoffed, shook my head in disbelief and waved her off. "I'm a werewolf, Renee, werewolves don't easily get drunk" I boasted, with a proud smirk. Renee raised an eyebrow at me and she glanced at the bottle of wine on the table. "How confident are you that you won't get drunk after drinking this wine?" she asked. "100 percent confident" I answered. "Let me give you a heads-up, Wymond doesn't get drunk because he's a combination of different beasts -yet, he steers clear of this wine"

“Remember when you asked if my friend was in the mafia?” “Yeah?” “Let me introduce you to this motherfucker,” he motioned to Jay, who wore a devilish grin. “Jay Whitlock. He is the mafia.” I swallowed when Jay brought his hand for me to shake. “Nice to meet you, Jay.” I said, shaking his hand. He kissed my hand, much to Ariana’s displeasure. “The pleasure is mine.” “You have a thing for pissing Ari off.” Ricky moved to the dining, sat down and grabbed a plate. “She’s going to chop off your balls one day.”

She was attached to my neck for five seconds before I was able to pin her under me. I've felt weak going without vampire blood but in that moment I felt drained. It was all I could do to get her off me and pinned to the bed. I had to drink five pints of pigs blood, but that barely brought me back to full strength. I need a vampire, but Anita needs it more than I do.

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood