Wendigo Novels & Stories

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

The change in dominant power. Lady Adelaide had always been a force to reckoned with, even from a young age - the second born of a High Alpha. High Alpha children always carried the strength of their parents as well as their own, it was a rare trait within the werewolf community. High Alpha Jonah was the only High Alpha to survive the Pack Wars but not without scars that would shape the rest of his life. The Alphas respected him highly. The Moon Fang pack were the finest warriors of the world because of their following of the old ways.

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."

"I’m sexy right?" The Wendigo growled at me as it leapt over the shredded woman incredibly fast. I crouched down ready for it, it clawed out at me and I raised my staff aiming for its chest. I growled, knocking it back with all my strength. I had the upper hand with it being a tight place, it couldn't manoeuvre as good as I could.

The breeze blows her blond hair over her face and she tucks it behind her ear for the hundredth time. I nod, taking a gulp from the energy drink. It tastes weird. " How are you feeling?" " Good. The hit wasn't that bad I guess. I'm glad I didn't have a concussion." I say. I look at the police cars outside the club as they interrogate some of the older kidnapped girls. I see Regina Foxx talk with the Chief. Her expression is bad and I'm wondering what they're talking about. " Would you believe me if I tell you Regina made a bet of a thousand grand that you're not gonna ace this case?"

he observed. "Shall we wait for Alexander to arrive so he can assist you?" Melo sneered but Mell their another friend chose to ignore him. He slammed the jackhammer he was carrying into the tombstone so hard it began to crack, the surface spider-webbing like shattered glass. He repeated the process for about three times until the surface of the tombstone turned into shards of pieces. He kicked at the pile of debris before his feet, revealing the hidden door. The group behind him smiled as they finally saw the secret hidden door beneath the city. The White Wolf's Clan carefully kept this alternative door for years but now, it had come to an end.

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”

Besides, I don't know what feelings Angel is having right now. When we approached the camp, the vampires used their speed to spy on us. Only five men were on watch, and they were practically drunk. Binding them was easy, and then we ran around the camp looking for what was in the tents. I'm scandalized. The largest tent was filled with young werewolves and she-wolves, some even wolvesless, completely malnourished, and visibly abused. With horror, I discovered that they were the rogues' sex slaves, many of them stolen from packs for being attractive, others born rogues, but still, none of them deserved that fate.

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.”