Wendigo Stories Novels & Stories

Moving on, the Frost Wendigo, a creature resembling a monstrous and vicious Undead covered in blood, flesh, and animal pelt was exposed to miasma and named, evolving into a Winter Wendigo Queen, it seemed to be a female, and when it evolved, it gained the ability to take into a female form resembling a half-goat woman with pale-white skin and wearing the skull of a goat over her head, while covering her body with animal pelt… She was able to speak and became as strong as an SSS-Rank.

Not kidding or whatever, the heart melted into some kind of blue liquid. According to all the books and lores I read, although they all differed in one way or the other but majority agreed that wendigos were once humans with a huge carnivorous appetite for human flesh, well actually monsters weren't ever born- they were created. Long story short they messed up with a very powerful witch so the witch cursed them to be monsters with the insatiable thirst for human flesh. Now the folklore also mentioned in its contexts that the only thing that could kill a wendigo is a silver blade to the heart. Guess it was true after all.

Karina murmured and got up from her position, crawling toward the novel. Karina opened the book and started reading it. All the stories in the book were real-life experiences. Suddenly, Karina remembered a story that particularly interested her, the story about werewolves. "If Scarlett wrote the story based on her experiences, then Viggo is the Alpha figure mentioned in this story... And he has a deep wound from his past because his father died and his mother and sister were killed in front of him," Karina mumbled.

“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.”

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

Not like I had an answer. My breath felt trapped in my chest, my hand locked tight around the hilt of my sword. The forest held its breath with us. Leaves didn’t rustle. No wind moved. Even the usual creaks of trees settling in their roots had gone still. All we heard now were footsteps—slow, scraping, dragging over dead leaves. Then it stepped into view. A Wendigo Demon. Nothing about the stories I'd been told about this creature could have prepared me for right now.

Cole growled back. Peter smiled “You just found me out huh? Yep, I’m a wolf too.” He says to us. “How?” Cole asks. “Well, you see my mother was a wolf she was the daughter of an Alpha of the Red River Pack. My father was a Warlock. When my father was 21 and my mother was 18, they had a love affair resulting in my mother getting pregnant. Her family never approved of my father. They didn’t like the fact that he was a Warlock. We were a happy little family until one day by chance my mother found her true mate. She left my father and I to be with him. My father turned cold and started doing dark magic. He wanted to punish my mother, her mate and her family. He killed all of them.” He ends his s

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.”

asked Elysian. Adrian tilted his head and rubs his light berry color lips with his slender forefinger as if he was thinking with so much concentration, "Well... according to most Algonquin oral traditions, a wendigo is a cannibalistic monster that preys on the weak and socially disconnected. In most versions of the legend, a human becomes a wendigo after his or her spirit is corrupted by greed or weakened by extreme conditions, such as hunger and cold." "Why choose Bruce then, he was never a socially disconnected person, rather he was a star of our pack? And what you mean by weakened by cold and hunger, it is not like he was cold or hungry " Elysian, cuts Adrian and argued with the fact.

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.”