Wendigo Alastor Novels & Stories

That same unease. But I ignored it and nodded. “We’ve done enough tonight,” I said. “Let's leave.” We left the forest and got to the vehicles. Entering it we drove into the night. But as the forest swallowed us whole, I couldn’t stop thinking about the wolves in those tubes. Their empty eyes. Their silent screams. And the monster who made them. Alastor. Soon… I would make him scream too.

Vesper’s eyes widened in surprise at how scary an Alpha could be if they were in full fight mode. “So that is how strong he is…” She said to herself while following their moves. She could see the fear in the Wendigo’s eyes, a rare sight to witness. The Wendigo tried to outrun Qillalon, but it couldn’t. Qillalon was fast approaching and in one swift motion, he grabbed the Wendigo by the head using his sharp claws, forcing it to tumble off the ground.

Going through that terrified me… "That should have been your first fucking alarm signal." Alejandro said coldly. "The fact they let you live and not your men. If any pack let you just go back, didn’t you find that strange?" "I was beaten… But no… it never crossed my mind… Just the pain I felt and the cold treatment we received." "I know enough about witchcraft to know that she probably put some spells on you or made you see something that didn’t happen. Do you know how these fucking Wendigos are made?" Alejandro asked coldly.

Evie mumbles out. I stare at her eyes for a few seconds to read and feel the kind of person she is. "Slut, liar, manipulator, and conniving." Alderix purred out. "You like to lick vulnerable women, don't you, little whore." I spoke threw gritted teeth, my nose pressed against her cheeks. Letting my demons smell their next meal. "Bro leave her be! Who are you? We will call the cops!" A blonde wizard in the room says to me. He was shaking with fear and couldn't quite comprehend what was going on.

“No, you are not crazy,” Alastor said about to take a step forward towards her but seeing the expression of wonderment, confusion and wariness on her face, he sighed and stayed put, “Please brace yourself for what you are going to see next.” He said and then taking a deep breath in he closed his eyes and opened it again when Vevina saw that they were once again pitch black. She wanted to ask what was the trick that he was using to do it when she saw that Alastor’s hands that had been hanging on both his sides slowly started shaking. The nails elongated along with the fingers as hair sprouted out covering his wrist and the rest of it slowly started looking more and more like that of a beast’s

“We could try…but I don’t know how we’re going to get close to that thing. Wendigos are perfect hunters.” “So are vampires.” I look from Lucas to the wendigo and pray my warding will hold. The thing has to be nearly seven feet tall with razor sharp teeth and huge claws. “They’re not just fast and strong,” I start. “They have some powers.” The wendigo charges again, and I throw up my hands, muttering the incantation over again. “Elementals vocationem ore exíbit gládis acútus: hanc domun praesidio! Custodrie moneia malo!” A shockwave of magic erupts from the circle I cast, knocking the wendigo to the ground. Pissed off, it gets up and looks like it’s going to run at us again, but it turns and

Wilma seemed to be trying to convince Lindens that she was not a mage based on the tests she had tried. “If you really aren't a mage with the high quality mana you have, then what are you?” Lindens really wanted to know what exactly this woman's profession with such a high and extraordinarily pure quality of mana she seemed to have. "I'm a Witch." Lindens sounded incredulous listening to the notification from the young woman telling him in a small voice barely audible were it not for his high senses. But, even though he listened clearly, this man seemed to have turned to stone and his mind went blank after hearing the profession of the young woman who was his soul-bound mate. How could he po

There is no fear on her face. "Girl, you don't know anything about me, I told you, I have the power of more than fifty packs of rogues under me. Did you hear me?” Wolf Alpha laughed. “I heard you, I know everything about your fifty rogues pack. But as I said, you don’t know Crysler Dark. He already has defeated all of them, and he is now the Alpha of all of those packs with not rogue wolves, but his warriors. An army of his wolves." Lucy said. A peaceful smile came upon her face. AND all the blood drained from Wolf Alpha’s face. It seemed as if Lucy dropped a bomb over his head.

Then she hung up. Bella tried to call Mira back, but Mira ignored her call. She was so focused on her frustration that she didn't realize that someone had spotted her. A hand grabbed her and pulled her out of the corner, and she felt herself being held by a man who towered over her. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded. Bella looked up at him, taking in his tall, dark-haired frame and his perfect features. But his face was marred by a deep claw mark on the left side. It was obvious that he was part of the Bloodcrest pack.

I will not decimate our numbers further by waging reckless battles in our own territory. Those who had witnessed their comrade’s demise, becoming dolefully silent after this timely chastisement. It soon became clear that there were none confident enough among them to nominate themselves as a challenger to their Alpha or even the Witch he intended to set free. This inaction, apparently determining the resolution of their conflict, Sador turned his back on the intruders. Not looking back on the Rogue and his Witch another time as he began to walk away. The Alpha only paused briefly to grumble some instructions towards the blond wolf beside him, ‘Say your good-byes and make certain that he does