Wendigo Books Novels & Stories

She held both our hands and pulled us. “We can walk there since it’s so near. You can leave your cars here.” She said. We just allowed her to do what she wanted. We arrived at the festival. There were booths, rides and games available. As we were walking, Amelia stopped by a stall. I noticed she was staring at a stuffed pig hanging by the stall. Oh it’s a shooting game. Kael and I looked at each other and we both knew what to do. We both slammed money by the counter. The merchant gave us a toy gun with three bullets. The goal was to knock out the matchsticks that were standing at the end. Those who can knock three sticks consecutively get the big prize.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

With that, he stood up and left my room. Note: Wendigo is mythological creature said to invoke feelings of insatiable greed or hunger. It is said to cannibalize human beings. You could check my social media for the picture of wendigo.

The place from which the finished products were distributed to points of sale and couriers, as well as where all the bookkeeping was carried out, was located at the other end of the city in the gateway behind the popular bowling center. A pimple with a crumpled banknote, for which even chewing gum could not be bought, writhed very convincingly in front of a thick door for about thirty minutes, pretending to break, until he got the guards so that the wolves clicked the locks and went out into the street in order to properly kick his ass, which Naturally, they didn't succeed.

Viggo closed the book he was reading and placed it back on the bookshelf in front of him. On the 50th floor, in Viggo's residence, there was a spacious room filled only with books. From the floor to the ceiling of the room, bookshelves filled with various kinds of books adorned the space. There were books on general knowledge and even one on understanding women that Viggo couldn't comprehend until now. As an Alpha, Viggo felt weak because he couldn't understand the aspects of a human woman who was carrying his child. After putting down his book, Viggo walked towards Arlo and gently patted his shoulder. Then he walked past him and immediately left the reading room, followed by Arlo who was be

What if they have found her? My eyes snap open at that thought. I can’t let anything happen to her. I have to find her. Taking the Werewolf’s advice, I try to keep my mind occupied by strategizing. Uncle Horace lives in Deneb, and Deneb lies south of Vega. I’ll have to head south once I’m strong enough. The ghetto lies south of Vega as well. I’ll have to find a way to cross it undetected. Perhaps I might have to seek the Werewolf’s help after all. What if he refuses to help? Thinking about it is giving me a headache. Multiplication tables it is.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!