Wendigo Art Novels & Stories

Holding the weapon out in front of himself, he began to move forward. "Stay behind me." He ordered as I began to move. As we moved, I took in the remnants of small animals that scattered the ground while images of those creepy scarecrow-looking things began to appear in my mind. "This is fresh." Elias murmured, stepping over a dead rabbit that was still spilling blood. "Looks like a wendigo." "Wendigo..." I repeated as the terrifying skeletal creature flashed into my mind. "Is there anyway to avoid them?" "No, unfortunately, they're excellent at camoflauge."

A breath escapes him, his posture easing just a fraction as he sees that I'm okay. His gaze hardens, and he rips into the next Wendigo, tearing through its throat. Before the creature’s body even hits the ground, he’s already lunging at the next. The twisted forms of the Wendigos are relentless, and the cold air is thick with the scent of blood, fur, and fury. My pack is strong, but the Wendigos are unnatural, driven by hunger. They fight like they have no fear, and they experience no pain. A Wendigo’s claw swipes toward me, digging into my flesh, and I counter with a brutal swipe of my own, raking my claws down its side. It screeches, but I don’t give it a chance to recover before I drive m

Wendigo (creature) Wendigo is a creature that was once human but was transformed into an immortal evil spirit when it took up the practice of cannibalism. Wendigos are cursed to wander the land, eternally seeking to fulfill their voracious appetite for human flesh. Various Native American tribes tell slightly different stories about this creature and refer to it by other names – Wendigo, Witigo, Witiko, and Wee-Tee-Go – but each version roughly translates to mean the evil spirit that devours humanity. Around 1860, a German explorer translated Wendigo as a cannibal.

wendigos are scared of fire ,because it's the only thing that can kill them . "arghh " I scream out in pain and angrily stabbed my fire hand into it's chest and pull it's heart out and his body went blazing ."arhhhhhhh damnit " I groan and quickly wore back my ring and too my body died out .see this the second wendigos took off and I sigh breathing hard ,totally exhausted and my cloths torn or should I say burnt. i waited for a while for my skin to heal up and when he did I grab hope and dashed out of sight ..

But I would stay away from the Wendigo tents; those guys are really complicated. — Wendigos... I could remember their faces printed on the papers that were in Logan's house. A shiver ran down my spine just thinking about them. They were horrible, with the ability to mimic the voice of an innocent person crying for help. “Complicated” was an understatement for describing them. I'd say they were even more bizarre.

We finally reached an opening into a clearing that looked more like a graveyard than a throne room. Beneath our feet, we could bones stuck within the ice. Ribs, skulls, different human parts all shattered, limbs frozen in place like offerings to the gods of ice. At the center there was something that might once have been a tree, only that now it was a blackened husk, with its trunk split open and hollowed out. Its branches twisted upward like antlers. And beneath it, the Wendigo King. He was taller than the others, and impossibly thin, his limbs looked too long, his spine curved unnaturally as if it had broken and healed but not the way it was supposed to and his eyes burned blue. Hungry.

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.”

I rushed towards them and concentrated on my sense of sight to identify the perpetrator. Then I saw it. It was the beast of night and day. One that history had written about. The beast, called the Wendigo. I have never seen one, only read about them in books and scrolls. Wendigos were werewolves who had turned off their humanity, hunted, and killed their own. They are strictly carnivores and they feed on their own kind. They had no trace of logic in them but the worst thing was they could only complete their shift by dark magic.

That's it. Eric : well I am highly disappointed but not surprised. This is not the first time such a thing happened. Xavier: what do you mean ? Such an event has already taken place? Alayna : yes . This event goes upto 1400 years ago , it was so devastating that the Gods had to intervene to reduce the dire consequences of the war . A war between werewolf and Vampires against wendigos. Xander: what is a wendigo? Eric : The Wendigo is a very powerful creature with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh.

"I think the moon had it all figured out for you and Bastian." I giggle. "The moon." I say with doubt. "Hey, that thing has powers. I've seen it. You've seen it. What happened in the ballroom? If that wasn't proof the blue moon has magic, I don't know what is." She hugged my arm. "Well, as an artist, I like the idea of a magical blue moon pairing hearts together. It's perfect." I smile. Wren sits up. "Well, it's not that perfect. At least not for me."