Skinwalker Vs Wendigo Novels & Stories

“Let them come. They’ll regret setting foot in my lands.” The first wendigo lunged a blur of bone and darkness. Jake was on it in a heartbeat ‚ slamming it to the ground with his jaws clamped tight around its throat. The creature’s screech split the night ‚ a sound so sharp it stabbed through Sharon’s skull ‚ but Jake didn’t flinch. He drove it into a tree with a sickening crack. Another came from the left faster ‚ closerand Sharon reacted on instinct. Her hands shot forward ‚ and for a heartbeat the world slowed. A burst of golden light blazed from her palms ‚ slamming into the wendigo. It howled and crumbled to ash before her eyes.

But Wendigos were sharp creatures that had been terrorising neighbouring Packs around here, and eighty percent of the time they attacked, people died. Well, not this time. I went for the head as planned but it quickly shook me off before I could even act. I landed on the floor again, my resolve unwavering. I ran back at the beast, letting my instincts kick in. I latched at one of the horns and tore it off with my canines before tearing off a good amount of flesh in its arms. The Wendigo screamed fiercely with pain as it staggered backwards.

Its deep-onyx eyes turn down to me. “God, you stink,” I groan, wanting to hold my nose but unable to with my daggers. “I can see why you prefer human forms.” His cow-like face twists into an ugly grimace, and it lets out another screech. I reach for my gun, but the wendigo releases a noise that shakes the stars around us and forms cracks in the walls that seem to split right through my skull. I fall backwards in the shaking and stumble against the wall when the wendigo walks closer.

Silver Moon Pack. The wind tonight was as usual, and the air was chilly on the high peaks. The moon was pale, and the howls of those damned werewolves echoed throughout the village. Raven, under the pale moonlight, listened to the howls like thousands of needles piercing his ears. It was an insult to him. Raven Blackwood, one of the werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack. However, he had never been considered part of the race, only considered trash because he couldn't display his powers as a werewolf.

"My old man lives like a king, with a harem." Lyra added, "The Thane siblings are all vampire hybrids." I realized. "I never actually thought of it." Lyra continued. "Different supernatural creatures have different mana qualities. Level one: Celestials. Level two: Fairies and elves." I noted. "Elves explain Finanna's strength." Scott agreed. "Elves are blessed with immense mana." Lyra outlined the levels: "Level three: Witches and elementals. Level four: Werewolves and vampires."

“We could try…but I don’t know how we’re going to get close to that thing. Wendigos are perfect hunters.” “So are vampires.” I look from Lucas to the wendigo and pray my warding will hold. The thing has to be nearly seven feet tall with razor sharp teeth and huge claws. “They’re not just fast and strong,” I start. “They have some powers.” The wendigo charges again, and I throw up my hands, muttering the incantation over again. “Elementals vocationem ore exíbit gládis acútus: hanc domun praesidio! Custodrie moneia malo!” A shockwave of magic erupts from the circle I cast, knocking the wendigo to the ground. Pissed off, it gets up and looks like it’s going to run at us again, but it turns and

Marcus noted, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "He is," a voice interrupted them. Pascal and Marcus turned to see the leader of the rogue pack that had abducted Pascal. "How long were you planning on hiding in there?" Pascal asked coldly. The rogue pack leader sneered. "Not necessarily hiding. I was simply waiting for your friend. You're a werewolf?" he asked, surprised. "Of course he is. Are your senses so corrupted that you couldn't tell? Oh, wait, I forgot, you're just a rogue werewolf. Your senses are as bad as your reputation," Marcus chimed in.

The final confrontation was drawing near, and they could feel the weight of destiny pressing down upon them. As they regrouped and tended to their wounds, a chilling howl echoed through the night, signaling the arrival of a new threat. From the shadows emerged figures cloaked in darkness, their eyes glowing with a sinister light. The rogue werewolves had unleashed their final weapon, and the Gaia clan realized that the ultimate test of their strength and unity was about to begin. The fate of their world hung in the balance, and the time for the final battle had come.

I got snatched by rogues once. They bled me dry, tore me apart, left me barely breathing. I was moments from being dragged into the Black Forest when Bloodmoon's patrol found me. The wolf leading them was sharp, commanding—everything a hero should be. My eyes were damaged. I could only make out his silhouette. He cut down the rogues holding me. Pulled me from the silver cage. Then more rogues swarmed in. Outnumbered, he fought through them anyway, dragging me with him.

I skidded to a stop. “Here’s the laptop. Give me Lia.” The man waved his gun at me. “Get in. Someone wants to talk to you.” I shook my head. “No. Let Lia go and I’ll go with you.” The man sitting next to Lia took a knife and ran it down her arm, opening up a huge cut that instantly began bubbling blood. Her Lycan wasn’t healing the wound and I realized that Lia was wearing a thick, silver collar. Lycans react to silver even worse than wolves do. She was weak and, if the silver stayed on too long, she would die.