Skinwalker Vs Wendigo Novels & Stories

Dark fogs filled the Woods As Half transformed wolves emerged from the most dark side of the wopds, Their faces filled with Horror and fear, They ran with fear and some were damn wounded, Snarling sounds filled the air and white glowing eyes could be in the darkness. The Werewolves Betas were running for their dear lives and then emerged out of the darkness woods Dark creatures of the night... Flesh eaters known to The Wendigos.. Creatures With glowing eyes and immense strength and speed. Wendigos dived from trees, Screams and Wails filled the woods while Wendigos feasted on the wolves.. A bearded man with black attire emerged from the deep part of the woods, He is the leader of the Wendigos

Which is why I think she's wrong. They are both staring at me in silence, and it is at this precise time that I am aware that I do not know one of them. They are not the same individuals that they were before I left, before they took werewolf mates and began the adult werewolf lives that we are all expected to live for the welfare of the pack. Those people do not exist anymore.

" That would have been true had it been Sophia was not a special born. " The words hit everyone. Special borns were werewolves who possessed double of what others could have . They always had the strength of alphas running through them. " Special born?" Vieira asked. " You mean that bitch is a special born. " Nadia said. " Watch your words, Nadia." Derek growled.

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

The pain subsides gradually. I watched as my skin knit itself back together, the tiny wound closing up before my eyes. This was the advantage of being a vampire, the rapid healing. I had never been able to fully control it and sometimes it happened at the most inconvenient times, but now I was grateful for it. The pain vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving behind only a faint scar that would fade in a matter of hours.

She was very right, the two waiters here seemed normal but they were definitely not weak, we were both weak so it was hard for us to beat them. "We don't have a high chance of winning, but at least we need to try. The Shadow Killer doesn't intend to kill us. He just wants to use us to prevent the actions of Alpha King and Jack. Even if we try to escape and get discovered, we will only get injured, but not in danger of life." I mind linking with Rose. For a werewolf, being injured was a normal thing. Maybe Rose and I were one of the special werewolves with the fewest injuries.

Giving myself no time to think, I raised the dagger above my head and charged at the creature. Azrael’s eyes widened as they locked on me. The Wendigo turned my way, and just as I shoved the dagger into its chest, it slashed with its massive claw. Its arm slammed into my midsection, sending me flying backwards. A different sort of roar exploded from Azrael’s chest.

He crashed down, and through the bond I felt his shock those claws cut through his supernatural healing. “Wendigo claws can permanently damage shifters,” Dr. Rhodes said. Vera and Gray opened fire. Bullets punched holes through the creature, but it didn’t slow. The wounds closed immediately. “Guns won’t work!” Marion pulled out a glowing blade. “We need enchanted weapons!” She and two others charged. Their magic blades actually hurt the wendigos the creatures shrieked and recoiled. But three fighters against three monsters wasn’t enough. The lead wendigo circled the fight, eyes never leaving me. Looking for an opening.