Wendigo Novels & Stories

she says in a thoughtful tone, her eyes going up as she ponders, "But he's quite antisocial I've heard," I just shake my head as a giggle leaves my lips. We get out of her car as we arrive at our college, "I mean you're gorge and like all of the werewolf population at school are like in love with your scent," she gushes exaggeratedly "What scent?" My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "You have a natural scent of honeysuckle, don't you know? It's the only reason I hang out with you," she says as we chuckle and I elbow her lightly as we enter

Dino didn't seem to be bothered one bit " Nonsense you say? I'm pretty sure it'd make more sense after I present you with a gift" Wendigo waves and a man comes with a bag and throw it on the floor Dino frowns staring at the bag curiously, "what's that?" He demands Wendigo's lips pulled into a satisfied smile, he loved keeping them in suspense. "Why not check and find out yourself?" "It's indeed the best gift I can ever offer you" He throws an evil smirk, " I'll let this pass, anyone who tries this next time will be the victim and I promise to make it painful for him" He turns and leaves the room.

I rushed towards them and concentrated on my sense of sight to identify the perpetrator. Then I saw it. It was the beast of night and day. One that history had written about. The beast, called the Wendigo. I have never seen one, only read about them in books and scrolls. Wendigos were werewolves who had turned off their humanity, hunted, and killed their own. They are strictly carnivores and they feed on their own kind. They had no trace of logic in them but the worst thing was they could only complete their shift by dark magic.

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

Like I said, horn dog. We entered what was, basically, an illegal gambling den and bar. It was a nice setup, and actually pretty classy as far as illegal operations go. It was mostly witches and warlocks but some humans as well. Once we got inside, Gigi took the opportunity to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. For a split second, I almost imagined/wished she was hinting for me to follow her and fulfill my fantasy. But then I realized I needed a reality check and to stop defiling her in my mind.

He told them that she had become part of their family. “Um… Winnifred Spraggins. Nice to meet you, Noelle,” she said while pretending to shake Noelle’s hand while breaking into a laugh. She laughed, laughed, and laughed until tears gathered in her eyes and the very next moment she started crying. She sobbed harder, falling to the ground and clutching her tummy. She cried for her father, brother, and husband. “You’ll pay the consequences. You’ll pay for snatching my Ned, Noelle. I’ll destroy your whole life, Noelle Spraggins. I’ll make you begging for mercy.”

Wolf! Damn, Jamie. You really are losing it. Her neighbors were out doing their own decorating, too. Some people put out fake bodies, others had witches flying in their trees. Still others had ghosts suspended from porch eaves or the limbs of their trees. Jamie had her own special effects - a ghost and a witch - that Mike set out for her.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Putting him between us in the end seat. The last thing I want to do. *** My stomach was coiled so tight, I wondered if I’d be able to eat at all. “I had a nightmare…” “Did you?” He sent me a sideways glance. “Or were you having your Twinkets spy on me?” “I have no Twinkets.” It was only a partial lie. They’re not mine. I don’t know where they come from. “Do you know,” He scooped a bit of chopped vegetables and served them to Udora. “That the myth is that only a Mistress of Witches can control them.”

Certain words and topics triggered it, just like a neuclear fission reaction. My monsters would resurface if I talked about diminishing them. They would take over me and harm anyone who talks against them. They don't care if it's Maddy. Maddy looked out of the window, from which I identified as anger and pain. But I didn't care. My condition was a part of me and she had to accept that. It wasn't long before we reached the restaurant. I parked my car and made my way into the restaurant that resembled more like an asylum.