Wendell Creepypasta Novels & Stories

And just when the wolves and vampires thought that it was almost over another group of hundreds of wendigos entered the scenario, shocking everyone out of their wits. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× FLASHBACK ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Xavier's POV

market was filled with death body, blood and flesh) grandfather what happen don't worry I can heal you so stay with me don't die on me just give me 5 minutes no son please save other I don't have time left no grandfather please stay ( a monster eating a man he ask for help while crying but velliam lost in emotion and start crying he want to save only grandfather) please save me I don't want to die here please protect me I don't whis to die today. I will give you everything please save he already going to die shut up I don't care about you just shut up let me heal him then velliam grandfather passed away noooooooooooooooooooo whole market covered into darkness and everything disappeared. ev

Lured by the stench of the candle, they wriggled out of her body and crawled straight into the heart of the flame. Thalia let out a terrified shriek. "Oh Moon Goddess! What... what the hell are those?! That's disgusting!" "Are those... are those the parasites you mentioned?" Wesley whispered. He had never seen anything like this. He couldn't believe that the "poison" nearly killing Helia was actually alive. Wesley leaned in closer to the candle. Four worms were writhing in the wax. The last two to emerge were a sickly dark purple at the head and a translucent red at the tail—looking like they'd just finished a heavy meal.

"Relax, it's just herbs to ward off the cold. The temperature dropped last night, and my throat's been scratchy." She still looked doubtful, so I quickly shifted the subject. "You barged in here in a panic. What's going on?" Lily smacked her forehead, suddenly reminded of whatever had sent her rushing over. She launched into a frantic explanation. Apparently, Ryan had taken Eleanor to the Royal Theater today to see a play. The story followed a werewolf princess forced into a political marriage with another pack, enduring hardship for the sake of her pack. It became a tragic legend in werewolf history.

“Wendigos are creatures that devour humans. They are destructive and cannibalistic, capable of imitating the voice of anyone they desire to lure into their hunt. Their speed surpasses that of an ordinary human, and they possess immortality.” — That's terrifying. Imagine hearing someone cry for help, going to assist them, and ending up as a cannibal's snack. I'd probably die of fear before they even tried to kill me. And what an ugly face! I looked at the numerous papers on the table. I wanted to read them all, but before that, I had to go to college. I couldn't request the withdrawal online since the deadline had already passed. I glanced at the wall clock; it was nearly nine in the morning.

My skin crawled. “Touch her,” Creed growled, “and I’ll tear your spine out.” Amendus chuckled, slow and cruel. “You can try, Alpha.” He spread his arms. Shadows bled from his hands, seeping into the ground. From the darkness, the forest stirred—and three more Wendigos crawled out, their twisted forms dripping black ichor. Kira’s voice echoed inside my skull: Trust me. My heart thundered. I didn’t know how to fight. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. But the bond—the half-broken thread—pulled me toward Creed, into the storm with him.

Deciding that I needed to attempt to find my way out of here before the kidnappers realized I was gone, I turned and began to walk in the direction I assumed Elias' castle was in. As I moved, images of strange creatures that Wilson had shown me began to pop into my head, making my anxiety begin to build. Shivering, I began to hope that I didn't run into any of them and that I was lucky enough to escape unharmed. A low howl erupted to my right just as an image of wendigos popped into my mind. They were the worst, from what I could remember, and they were the one thing that I absolutely didn't want to run into.

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.”

The cavern erupted into cries both human and animalistic. Hallen and the others watched on in horror as both Vampires and dark elves were being torn apart, all the while Elise continued looking off in the distance awaiting either a response or silence signifying the men fled the area in fear. One way or another their current situation would be resolved, and the baoar making short work of the would be stalkers would ensure they would negotiate of flee. Vale on the other hand was watching the slaughter enthusiastically as Cuddles pounced from one person to the next giving a display no horror movie could ever try matching. That being said the poor woman has lived thousands of years and no T.V.

Anastasha put her hand on her waist and pointedly looked at Hansel as if he were a child, “And you accepted it.” He shrugged. “It’s bad luck to decline blessings.” “Opportunist!” Lyndon commented, and there, ladies and gentlemen, how the two big and scary werewolves started chasing each other like kids. “I can’t believe we're one of the most feared packs aside from the Lycans,” I commented as I threw our duffle-backs on the back, as did Wendell and Anastasha. Wendell was leaning on the back when his phone suddenly rang. His brows furrowed, and he straightened up. “Yes, I hear you. Okay…” he continued talking, but he moved further.