Wendigo Alastor Novels & Stories

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

"Let's just say I've been on the case since it appeared three years ago." "Who are you?" "Alice Von Rozen," I watch as the color on Megan's face turns pale as a ghost once I give her my name. "The Mistress of Pandora Castle, the granddaughter of the Grand Duke, Cornelius Von Rozen, the war hero. Your Alice Von Rozen - the Red Witch." I pull on a smirk. "In the flesh." "So you're not Pendleton's assistant, figured." Megan scoffs and then asks. "What happened to the geezer?" Wondering how I disgust myself as a guest under Herman Pendleton.

"My reasons are technically contingent on the full moon. All werewolf spells take effect during the full moon due to our nature. I suppose I could have skipped this one. But it doesn't matter, Gigi. I knew this trip was really important to you, so I would have made it happen no matter what. And you were able to drive anyway, so it all worked out." "Thanks," I mumbled. "I appreciate it." Goddess, he was going to make it difficult to keep my head in the game. As much as I kept trying not to fall for him completely, it was becoming more and more impossible. "I'd hold your hand while we walk to the witch shop, but I made a promise." I looked up at him and he winked. Fucking Artemis. Why did he t

His parents were silent as they contemplated the meaning. “ We need to find out what is going on. What is your next plan?” asked his father. “ A meeting of the alphas have been scheduled tomorrow. We will meet and discuss our next move” replied Damian. “ Okay. Let us know if there is anything we can help you with” said his mother before they stood up and left the room. Damian rested his head on his chair and closed his eyes. Is the kidnapping of witches and the killings of wolves related? and why is it only female witches with red hair and within a certain age range that are being kidnapped? And what role has he got to play in all of this? he wished he new the answers.

The mouth opened where my butt just was, short sharp teeth. “Fuck.” “Fuck is right, can not believe you sat on that. You don't sit on anything here, you don't touch anything, you keep your hands to yourself. Witches love to hoard stuff, and they also love trapping things. You almost got eaten by a mud worm.” I peered at the chair, seeing it had returned back to normal. “A fuckkng mud worm in the chair?” “Hiii,” Alstra said, ignoring my question. “My my, do you look even uglier in here?”

I left the volume that I was reading and came over and took a look. “Is that it?” I asked, I had never seen it before, only Damon had. “Yes,” he nodded and tapped his finger on the picture of the monster. I looked at the name – it was called a Wendigo! “A wendigo,” I muttered. “That’s the fucker…” he said. “What’s this down here?” I pointed to the description printed at the bottom, and read. “Wendigo are dead cursed wolves, their souls are trapped in their body and they are vengeful. The curse can only be broken by the Blood of a Goddess.”

“Eat. That bastard wanted to eat our Chickpea. That bastard." “That or wanted to use her as leverage. Wendigos are malevolent and cannibalistic creatures and shapeshifters. Wendigos are strongly associated with the winter, the north, and coldness. Human beings will transform into Wendigos if they perform cannibalism. Human beings would become possessed by the demonic spirit of the beast, usually in a dream. Once transformed, the individual will become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh. These monsters are the embodiments of gluttony, greed, and excess. They are never satisfied with killing and consuming one person. For those two to come for Chickpea there must be more of them ou

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

If used, it would simply paralyze the body, render it helpless after a minute the blade remained stuck in their body which would give her enough time to use her shadows to leave without the werewolf following her–she'd lift the enchantment as soon she got home. The idea of fleeing from a monster left a bitter taste in her mouth but she didn't really like fighting unless she had to. “Stop right where you are, or I swear I will plunge this thing into your neck, Alastor Nyx,” Proserpina warned. Frustratingly enough, Alastor didn't stop right where he was, leaning in even closer, as if taunting her, “You would not do such a thing, dear goddess, when I mean you no harm?” he all but purred the que

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she