Skinwalker Vs Wendigo Novels & Stories

Not kidding or whatever, the heart melted into some kind of blue liquid. According to all the books and lores I read, although they all differed in one way or the other but majority agreed that wendigos were once humans with a huge carnivorous appetite for human flesh, well actually monsters weren't ever born- they were created. Long story short they messed up with a very powerful witch so the witch cursed them to be monsters with the insatiable thirst for human flesh. Now the folklore also mentioned in its contexts that the only thing that could kill a wendigo is a silver blade to the heart. Guess it was true after all.

Silver weapons. Decapitation. The specific vulnerabilities of a Wendigo in its transformed state, the weak points in its speed and strength, the ways an experienced hunter approached one without dying. She listened and she asked follow-up questions and she was so relentlessly, magnificently composed that he almost believed she was fine. Then he refilled her whiskey glass and their fingers touched when she reached for it.

A breath escapes him, his posture easing just a fraction as he sees that I'm okay. His gaze hardens, and he rips into the next Wendigo, tearing through its throat. Before the creature’s body even hits the ground, he’s already lunging at the next. The twisted forms of the Wendigos are relentless, and the cold air is thick with the scent of blood, fur, and fury. My pack is strong, but the Wendigos are unnatural, driven by hunger. They fight like they have no fear, and they experience no pain. A Wendigo’s claw swipes toward me, digging into my flesh, and I counter with a brutal swipe of my own, raking my claws down its side. It screeches, but I don’t give it a chance to recover before I drive m

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❤️

" One by one, others followed. --- The next two weeks were a transformation. Wolves taught vampires how to fight in coordinated units…how to read pack signals, how to maneuver during fights, how to use the terrain. Vampires taught wolves how to move silently, how to strike from shadows, how to fight in darkness without relying on sight. I watched it happen from the sidelines, my body slowly healing. The bloodroot had done something to me..something permanent. My bones knit faster than they should have. My strength returned in waves. By the end of the first week, I could walk without limping. By the end of the second, I could run. Rylan found me one evening, studying a rough map we'd drawn of

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

It was enormous, its bark scorched, split wide down the middle like something had burst from within. Beyond it, maybe five yards out, the soil was turned to ash. And there, charred and twitching in death, lay the Wendigo. Its throat down to its chest had been broken open. Ribs bent outward like peeled bark. Skin burned to bone, and even that blackened to the marrow. Whatever did this hadn’t just killed it—it had obliterated it. Magnus crouched beside the corpse, disbelief written on his face. “That’s the same one. Something burned it alive.”

To say I was surprised that I wasn't put in a cell for what I was, was an understatement. I was surprised and embarrassed. The Skinwalkers I fought ended up using their venom at some point when we fought, so I wasn't healing as fast. The Gamma's mate had to help me wash myself, since I could barely move without feeling sharp shooting pain. Skinwalker venom was dangerous and could cause a lot of pain, but if used in the right way could be used as a pain reliever, or paralytic agent or if mixed properly could be used as an anesthetic, or heat suppressant.

What were they doing here? And then came the smell, the smell of death permeating through the air, it was the foul stench of their rotting mottled bodies. Their sharp claws stretched out and their red beady eyes were fixated on the Lycans below. These were Wendigos, also known as creatures of death. They attacked in a herd, their strength lying in numbers. We halted in our tracks as they screeched and circled all over us. My heart uncontrollably thudded in my chest and a desire to protect Melsine took over.

I step back and say; "It is impossible. When I saw the first images on the wall, I thought it might be, but I wanted to confirm it first before saying anything." I look at the image again. I say; "I see what you mean. This creature doesn't stand on its two back legs as a bear does. It is the most superior of all the K9's that I have ever seen and much bigger." Suddenly it hits me what the Tribe Elder has said. That we will awaken evil that this world does not know how to fight. But how can we not search and discover this ancient site? I tell them;