Wendigo Alastor Novels & Stories

As soon as I enter the room, I go into the bathroom and wash the scent of that witch off of me. Once done, I meet up with Santiago and we make our rounds of the town, until we end up back at the small house we followed Isabella's scent to yesterday. Her scent is still strong, so she must have still been here when we were here. The little witch must have used some of her magick. Something to punish her for later. I take a deep breath and sort through the scents. I smell two vampires, one hybrid of wolf and vampire and maybe another Alpha wolf, but something more. I turn to Santiago

he insisted, his voice tight with determination. Before they could make another move, Dagon swiftly lifted Hugo off the ground, his sinister grin widening. "Your time has come, Alpha," he hissed, preparing to consume Hugo's soul. But just as Dagon was about to make his move, a sudden impact sent him hurtling through the air. He crashed into the ground, his wings sprawling to maintain his balance. Confusion swept across his features as he looked up to see Adam, transformed into his Ragnarok wolf form, standing before him.

Signaling to his men to move out of hiding they all went towards the cottage, alert and watchful to avoid being ambushed or caught unawares. “Oh my goodness,” one of the men said, he was of African origin and had his hair in dreads, his family had migrated years ago when werewolves were hunted for pleasure. All eyes focused on what and where he was pointing at. The decaying body of a werewolf hung on the branch of an oak tree, it was hung from its legs and face down. “Cut him down,” Balthazar ordered. The stench from the decaying body made some of the men throw up.

yelled the witch. "Then let them come!" Aleister decapitated a wendigo with his circular weapon and kicked another one to death. Ruby kept firing behind him covering him from the ones with a longer range of weapons like goblin archers or towering ogres with long mossy clubs. "How many have you gotten so far?" asked the demon. "8." answered the silver-haired as she reloaded her shotgun. She hit a goblin about to stab her with the butt of her gun and stepped on its head repeatedly to crush its brain. She placed her shotgun over her shoulder and shot a wendigo stealthily walking up behind her.

"I'll talk." I took a step forward, eager to hear what Alastor had to say. "Tell us everything you know," I commanded. "Wendell has been working with human hunters and witches," Alastor said, his voice low and trembling. "They are planning to exterminate the entire wolf race. He's hiding in Fairbanks, in a small underground laboratory. He's working on a serum that will make the wolf race weak and vulnerable." My blood boiled with anger as I listened to Alastor. "We need to stop him," I said to Max. "I'll talk to Chloe."

The wendigo’s jaws snap down on her. I’m at her side in a flash. I don’t think, I just move, so fast I don't even have time to shift. My hand dives into the Wendigo’s fragile ribcage, and I rip out its heart. My Alpha power flares around us, crackling in the air, and gasps sound behind us. I catch the stunned faces of the witches. They know what I am. A Shadow Alpha—marked by darkness, not light. I shouldn’t have this kind of Alpha power.

Tonight, everything grated. "Alpha, the eastern fence needs repairs." "I'll handle it." "The vampire situation..." "I said I'll handle it." "The council is demanding..." And then I didn't even realize when I snapped. Not at the wolf speaking. At the wall beside him. My fist connected with the stone. The impact cracked the mortar and ain shot up my arm. The enforcer present; Gregor, old Gregor, who had served Blackfrost for forty years...went pale. "Alpha-"

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.