The Wendigo Book Novels & Stories

The witches explained that although they couldn't kill the vampire part of them, they could make it dormant so that it would only surface when Lisa or the baby called upon it, otherwise it would appear as if it didn't exist. Kamar, Alora, the witches, and Lisa, carrying the baby, head to the cabin. A half-mile walk was all it took to get to the cabin. Alora, Kamar, and Lisa and the child were the only people who could see the cabin after the witches placed protective wards on it; otherwise, it was invisible to everyone.

Hi friends, I would highly recommend you to read this because I am intended to write few facts that I used in my book on werewolves; obviously, this is the mixture of my imaginations and the things I have read about the werewolf. You may find a few facts similar or different from other books. As I mentioned earlier, I have the craze for werewolves and I gathered a few things which I found amazing and gonna use the same in this book. So read it, folks. It would help you to have a clear view when you are reading the upcoming chapters.

"I don't know what it was. It was like a shadow and it first started mimicking Zeke's voice. And it even mimicked his scent. But I felt something was wrong and then the air...there was this sickening sweet scent... almost like burnt sugar. It has followed me before...that night I rushed back to the dorm? Yeah." The silence that follows is heavy, thick with the unsaid. August doesn’t recoil. She doesn’t deny it or tell me I’m hallucinating. She just stares at Zeke. Zeke meets her gaze calmly. “The scent is the scent of magic. And the shadows that have been following you are creepers. They are servers of dark magic, which is forbidden to our kind. Although, there are some people that are just

Fighting the wendigo was like fighting death itself; every attack I landed healed in seconds, and every strike it dealt burned like fire. I was done playing with this creature; I had to look for Aria. With one final move, I grabbed the creature by the leg with my jaws, shaking it like a rag doll before slamming it into the ground. Without giving it a chance to fight back, I drove my clawed hand through its chest, gripping what should have been a heart. I snarled and ripped the heart out, tossing it onto the dirt. The Wendigo shrieked. The ground trembled. Its body began to crumble, dissolving into ash that swirled away with the wind.

Grover’s POV The wall clock kept ticking slowly. Tick. Tick. Tick. I sat on the living room sofa, staring at the front door, which was still firmly shut. The lights in the house felt too dim tonight, making the shadows in the corners of the room look darker than usual. It had been nearly an hour. The house was tidy again, but Uncle Sargon still hadn’t returned. My hands are clenched on my knees. I try to focus on reading the book on the table, but my thoughts keep drifting back to the forest, towards the darkness where my uncle disappeared alone.

Vincent had every right to move on with his life. “Tell me,” He snapped her from her thoughts. Amanda nodded. “Yeah sure.” She flipped the pages of the same book until one big title came to their sight. She pointed to the big word. “Yes, I could see that. It’s a myth.” “Demon wolf was a myth once.” “There is no proof that the resurrection spell still existed. The last one existed and killed hundreds of villagers. Under a peace treaty between species at that time, the witches agreed to destroy every evidence about the spell.”

I am the chosen one, people look up to me for protection but the white witches guarded me down like their life depended on them. Jake was worse than I thought. He would fight against the other clans and make them his cohorts by force or you die. I heard he wiped off the Wendigo. Wendigos are very powerful creatures with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh. For vampires with the highest population to wipe off such powerful creatures, they were really strong and waxing daily.

When a second howl slices through the forest, I’m moving before I even think — sprinting toward the sound, my warrior instincts in full command. The air around me thickens, heavy with the stench of blood and rotting meat. It clings to my throat like smoke. Suffocating. Then I see it. The Wendigo. A werewolf turned monster after consuming the flesh of another werewolf. A disgusting, cannibalistic beast.

THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda and the others had been stuck in Opal's cottage for two relentless days, and still the werewolf-witch hybrid could not find a single thing in the Book of the Gods that could undo whatever cosmic joke had swapped Nigel and Miranda's bodies. Noah had left the night before to return to his pack, and Opal had not slept since. When she finally slammed the enormous book shut, the sound echoed through the cottage stirring everybody's anticipation. The look in her eyes told the entire room everything they did not want to hear.

He was uncontrollable and only his father could battle him, well, he managed to get out of it alive once when he tried to put him in the cage. The chains loosened and we could hear the howls of the Wendigo. Even the pack members took a step back as their fear enveloped us. And I believe that’s their mistake. We all know what feeds the Wendigo the most. It’s fear. They love the scent of fear. It feeds them more. And with the full moon, they are unstoppable. Even silver or wolfsbane is not enough to weaken them. I rolled my eyes, I should have expected this would come. Ceylan is too much of a coward to even try to fight me himself. Instead, he relies on selfish methods.