Wendigo Novels & Stories

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❤️

The livestream cut off, replaced by a message from Sabine mocking me, "Did you see that? You’re just their toy. Whether it’s the Thornes or Cassian, the only child they’ll acknowledge is the one in my belly—the sole heir. "Once the test results for the babies inside you come out, your children will disappear completely. And so will you." As if sensing the threat, my abdomen suddenly twisted with sharp pain. Having experienced a miscarriage before, a terrible premonition flooded me. In my dazed state, I heard people whispering nearby. "A man covered in blood just came into the hospital. It’s terrifying." "He looked frantic, saying he was searching for a pregnant woman." "Oh my God… isn’t that

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.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Understand? I nodded and looked into the distance. Sorry, I rarely thought about it. I wondered why we lived like this. It’s just that a little girl wants her mother to hug her at least sometimes, but approve of her actions and undertakings. My mom was different. Not like you. But you're right, I understand that a childish resentment just speaks in me. - Come here, - Martha hugged me again, - Remember, you said that I smell like autumn? So the smell of a werewolf is individual for everyone.

I believed that her life might not last an hour or two based on how deep are her wounds and the blood that got flowed out of her body. Then we quickly realized that we were in for a tough fight as the Wendigo was not an easy opponent. Even though we outnumbered the monster, the creature fought fiercely, causing most of the security guards to fall to the ground. As I was about to lose hope, I knew there was only one option left for me to take. So I cast a magical spell to summon a tornado mixed with fire. It would weaken the Wendigo enough to give us the upper hand in the fight. Mark was about to charge towards the creature with

Making her fall onto the mat on her side. Megumi was on her in an instant. Attacking the head which she loved to do to people. Maya had to protect herself. Megumi was able to wrestle her onto her stomach and get hold of her arm and turn her back to her and yank it trying to pull it out of her socket. Maya screamed and lifted her torso and had to bend a little to the side, which hurt her currently held arm, but she pulled on Megumi’s hair and with amazing strength pulled her over her back and Megumi was quick to turn it into a triangle.

" However, just like every other person here, I too am finding it difficult to connect with the story. I mean, the Omega girl, though has been said to be all sorts of things, would not have a reason to kill the moon goddess. In fact, the moon goddess stood by her in a very awkward manner. The moon goddess even considered such a lowly thing like her to be the mate to our honored and respected heir apparent. It is the dream of every young lady in our midst to climb that mountain and become the Luna of the pack. Why would she now do such an awful thing?" " I will tell you a short story. " The alpha king said and rose from his throne. " My own father told me the same story. A frog and a scorpion

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

I didn’t even bother thanking her or saying goodbye, relieved that I’d never have to smell the disgusting mix of old lady perfume and cigarettes, or hear her raspy smoker’s voice, again. A few days later, on a warm Thursday in mid-August, Hugo drove me to his pack. We stopped at the entrance and exited the car, then we were brought to a small room. The werewolves who escorted us there wrinkled their noses at the sight of me, and I realized it must be my rogue smell. I let out a deep sigh. When we were waiting alone, I asked Hugo, “Is the smell really that bad?” He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “No, they’re exaggerating. It’s just a little unpleasant.”