The Wendigo Book Novels & Stories

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

Marisol’s POV The forest went silent. No birds, no insects, no wind just oppressive, unnatural quiet. “Everyone behind me,” Kael ordered, his wolf form bristling. “Now.” We clustered together Marion’s fighters, Vera, Gray, Dr. Rhodes, and me at the center. “What are they?” I whispered. “Wendigos. Ancient curse-born creatures that feed on supernatural essence.” Dr. Rhodes’s voice shook. “They were sealed away centuries ago.”

A haze of light burst out from it and condensed thousands of rules. It was the strongest skill the Ancestora's clone had, the skeleton of the most ferocious beasts from ancient times, the Wendigo. The wendigo was also the king of the ferocious beasts. Its strength was equivalent to a half-immortal. Even after it died, its body remained immortal. After Ancestora turned it into a ferocious weapon, the skeleton of Wendigo became even more powerful. The huge Wendigo walked out of the blast mist and slowly raised its arm. Instantly, a terrifying blood aura solidified into a substance on the arm. Even the supreme paragon from many miles away could feel their souls tremble and have difficulty breat

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."

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Jack's POV The stench of rot and decaying flesh contaminated the air, thick and suffocating. My body was frozen, unable to move, as the reality of our situation set in. The only thing I could do was silently cry, my throat tight with fear and helplessness. I watched in horror as the witch paced around the room, her long, twisted fingers tracing the air like she was savouring the moment. She moved between us, one by one, sampling our blood. Each cut she made, each drop she tasted, was a reminder of our helplessness.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr