Grimm Wendigo の小説・ストーリー

She led him with a solemnity that bade everyone else be quiet and grave, also, as he marked the forehead of the first Werewolf. Red went down the line, making a small cut on the pad of each member’s thumb, pressing it into his own corresponding wound, before applying it with small, sure strokes to their foreheads. “This will now mark them as dead, and grant you all of their given powers, for as long as the blood remains.” Grandma intoned. “So now, when you tell their leader that the Pack are all dead, you will not be lying. This will buy you some time.” Red nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say.

he retorted, as he opened the bag beside him and Jack's gaze immediately went to it "What's in the bag?" Jack asked "Watch and see, it will be very fun for us, but not so much for you" Alpha Carmen said as he took out a small silver spoon, holding it up for Jack to see. Seizing Jack's face, he squeezed his cheeks, leaning in until their foreheads nearly touched. “I’m gonna make you suffer, you son of a bitch, you're going to regret the day you chose to enter my pack willing to hurt one of my people,” he spat, his tone making Jack flinch, “and I am going to enjoy every fucking second of it.”

Forty: Roman Eliot Even though Roman was a werewolf, magic was something that he had never truly understood. Werewolves were about nature and instinct. Some aspects of their life were magic---like Endymion, the god of the moon that gave them their powers. But using magic itself wasn’t something that Roman had any clue about. That was why he went to Glinda. She was the one that could find lost things, or make a potion to cure a common cold, or enchant someone who was annoying him to get turned into a garden gnome or something else equally annoying.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

“They don’t really come out until night to hunt. And from my research, he hunts every night here.” “He, not she?” “Wendigos are only born males,” he tells me. “They hatch from eggs that wendigos throw up out of their mouths when they are close to death.” Another delightful image. “I really don’t want to see that,” I reply. The thought is gross enough. “You and I both. So we’re going to go to our room to take a nice little nap.” He flashes me a grin. “Well, I’m napping and you can be a lookout, partner.”

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❤️

“Wendigos are creatures that devour humans. They are destructive and cannibalistic, capable of imitating the voice of anyone they desire to lure into their hunt. Their speed surpasses that of an ordinary human, and they possess immortality.” — That's terrifying. Imagine hearing someone cry for help, going to assist them, and ending up as a cannibal's snack. I'd probably die of fear before they even tried to kill me. And what an ugly face! I looked at the numerous papers on the table. I wanted to read them all, but before that, I had to go to college. I couldn't request the withdrawal online since the deadline had already passed. I glanced at the wall clock; it was nearly nine in the morning.

Wendigo (creature) Wendigo is a creature that was once human but was transformed into an immortal evil spirit when it took up the practice of cannibalism. Wendigos are cursed to wander the land, eternally seeking to fulfill their voracious appetite for human flesh. Various Native American tribes tell slightly different stories about this creature and refer to it by other names – Wendigo, Witigo, Witiko, and Wee-Tee-Go – but each version roughly translates to mean the evil spirit that devours humanity. Around 1860, a German explorer translated Wendigo as a cannibal.

“It disappeared into thin air before I can.” “Hmm,” The bloodsucker murmured and then his voice carried into my brain. “Only true blood vampires have the power to teleport and the bite mark on her is not from my kind. It belongs to something you should honestly have no dealings with.” My jaw clenced, rage battling with unease as I stalked after him. “What do you mean?” “She was attacked by a wendigo,” he said simply, like it was a fucking weather report. “The fangs are hooked and that’s why the bite marks are deeper. You should know they only hunt rogues with special blood.”