Wendigo From Until Dawn Novels & Stories

Their forces are gathered at one place, to the city where their foe chooses to exhibit his might. “It is almost midnight,” Lucia reminded them after she took notice of the glimmering full moon looking magnificent above them. “And it is a full moon,” she added, emphasizing on the shape of the moon. A very crucial figure for the races. The howl of the wolves shifting out shrouded the area, echoing as if telling they are ready agaisnt their enemy. After it, there was a profound silence that filled the vicinity. Only the heavy breathing of the Alliance’s forces, the wolves, and those vigilante group like Lydia and Leo’s force are noticed. All of them are facing the main entrance of the city, wai

The once-bustling area was eerily quiet, the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. They approached the entrance cautiously, ready for anything. The door creaked open, and they entered the dark interior. The air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the shadows. Suddenly, a low growl sounded, and Velda emerged from the shadows. She was larger than any werewolf Avyanna had ever seen, her body rippling with muscles. Her eyes glowed an eerie red in the darkness. "If it isn't my favorite trio, the werewolf without the wolf, the fatty, and the witch, What do you want?" Velda snarled.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I just had to play them right. This trip was my escape. The Silverwood Pack was a horrible place. I had to behave a little longer to get out. Focusing on the need to escape, I had closed my eyes, trying to block out Wendy’s sickening flirting. Victor's scent—sweet clover—had surprisingly calmed me, and I had fallen asleep. Now, I was awake. The air was cold, and my neck was stiff. Wendy turned, her smile too bright. “You are awake.” She held up her phone. “Yes, it is time for dinner. I booked us rooms for the night.”

Baka dinideliryo na nga yata. Dinampot ko ang phone ni Theros sa bed-side table at suwerteng walang password ito. Hinanap ko agad sa contacts ang pangalan ni Raven at tinawagan iyon. "Theros, mabuti naisipan mong magparamdam— "Raven, si Dawn 'to." Saglit na natahimik ang kabilang linya kaya inakala kong naputol ang tawag. "Dawn. Why are you using Theros' phone?"

Author's notes Jaxon is definitely going to turn to a whole different person after he visits the Wendigos. To clear up the confusion, Wendigos in my own context are just like wolves but slightly different in personalities. They suck blood like vampires, cast spells, seduce like the sirens, shift like wolves and manipulates voices in their victim... we're just starting the ride, please vote for my book❤️

Into the Depths Dawn’s first light crept through the forest canopy as Aria, Caden, and Elara set out from the watchtower, Rollan nestled securely in Aria’s arms. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth, but an undercurrent of unease lingered. They moved swiftly and silently, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves. Caden led the way, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Darius’s loyalists, while Elara followed close behind, her cloaked form blending into the gloom.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

Angelo waited for us a few steps ahead. "Mama! Look over there!" my daughter cried, pointing to the curb. A ragged man was rummaging through a trash bin. His dirty face looked like Giovanni's. When he noticed us, his eyes lit up, and he lurched toward us. "Get back!" another vagrant barked, shoving him down. "Are you trying to get us all chased out of here? If you touch that lady, we're the ones who'll pay for it!" A flurry of blows followed. Giovanni curled in on himself and went silent.

"Time to see what Elena Cross can become." Tomorrow, she'd contact Marcus Chen. The criminal would begin becoming businesswoman. The ghost would start manifesting in daylight. And somewhere in Montana, a pack continued its decline, unaware that their discarded omega was transforming into their salvation...or destruction. The metamorphosis was nearly complete. What emerged would reshape everything.