Wendigo Drawing Novels & Stories

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

When she wrestled the bag around to the front, she unzipped it and triumphantly pulled out a rather rumpled looking piece of paper. Alice looked at the drawing and this time, a single tear escaped. It trickled down her cheek before she swiped it away with the back of her hand. “Adam, look,” she said, her voice choked. “It’s us.” I took the sheet of paper. It showed a family grouping drawn in colored crayon. A stick man, a stick woman with a chaotic corona of hair holding a bundle, and a little stick child standing in front. The child had a big smiley face.

“Turning packs into Wendigos. That purple liquid—it was Wolfsbane!” “Bingo!” Gusev chimed, still running. Creed growled, “I’ll kill you the moment we’re out!” “Not if the Wendigos get you first!” Gusev cackled. Four Wendigos, relentless, tore after us. Ace and Creed were strong, but even together, they weren’t enough. Then—Kira stirred. Her voice was hoarse but steady. “Stop.” We all turned, still running. “I had a vision,” she said.

“They don’t really come out until night to hunt. And from my research, he hunts every night here.” “He, not she?” “Wendigos are only born males,” he tells me. “They hatch from eggs that wendigos throw up out of their mouths when they are close to death.” Another delightful image. “I really don’t want to see that,” I reply. The thought is gross enough. “You and I both. So we’re going to go to our room to take a nice little nap.” He flashes me a grin. “Well, I’m napping and you can be a lookout, partner.”

Noah was on the floor with the drawing unrolled in front of him. He had added something in the lower right corner. Small. Specific. We crouched down to look. It was a house. Not Captain Fossil's house. A house. With a pitched roof and four windows and a garden. And three figures at the right side. A tall one. A medium one. A small one with a fossil in his hand. But different from the drawing on the kitchen table. In this version the three figures were inside the house. Not at the right side.

"It's settled, then. You will have our protection and a place to stay during your time in Black Creek." As their meeting finally came to an end, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the walls adorned with drawings and paintings. The images depicted wolves in various forms, some in fierce battle stances, and others in moments of tranquility. But what struck me the most were the drawings that seemed eerily familiar. I walked closer to one of them, my heart quickening as I realized that the wolf in the drawing was striking a fighting stance that mirrored one I had often used. It was as if the artist had captured my movements with uncanny precision.

I am the chosen one, people look up to me for protection but the white witches guarded me down like their life depended on them. Jake was worse than I thought. He would fight against the other clans and make them his cohorts by force or you die. I heard he wiped off the Wendigo. Wendigos are very powerful creatures with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh. For vampires with the highest population to wipe off such powerful creatures, they were really strong and waxing daily.

Two dots of chocolate and a smiling line that looked like a happy face then he put some supposed-to-be fangs in the corners of the smile seeing a fool-like vampire face. He coughed awkwardly when he saw his final drawing. It was too funny! He’s really bad at drawing faces! Shit! Jiwoon laughed at his art which made him glare at him fiercely that made him stopped and made a sorry look in his face. After a while, he took a cookie too trying his best to draw a vampire face. Yenn annoyingly sighed and let him do his, since he knew he’s goddamn great at it, he refused to look at his own cookie face which is goddamn hilarious right now. He watched Jiwoon draw and saw that he’s almost done and it w

Immediately she dropped the words, she walked back to pick up the dagger and walked out of the room. My night was already ruined and I needed a place to cool off, so I grabbed my drawing book and headed to a small lake, my favourite lake. As I held my pencil, the picture of the girl in a mask flashed past my eyes. So I bent my head and I drew everything I remained. "What are you drawing?" I heard a cheerful voice beside me. When I raised my head, I found out it was Willow... My mate. For reasons best known to him, my wolf, Adonis, refused to acknowledge her, but would always come on alert when a different girl passed by.

Step three: Show Mommy he’s not scary. Step four: Don’t get caught. I added a little drawing of a wolf family at the bottom, a big wolf, a smaller wolf with long hair like Mommy’s, and a tiny wolf cub with curls like mine. “What are you drawing?” John, the clumsy boy with a running nose, said , stretching his head to see. I covered it with my arms frowning at him. “No you can't see it.” “Come on let me, you don't want to talk to me anymore since you found your daddy.”