Wendigo Stories Novels & Stories

"Do you want to go to the streets and eat something casual or go to a fancy restaurant later?" Wendy understood. "Of course, I want to eat something fancy. Victoria is my senior, and we're not part of any organization. Just a small group, called Bing Bong. "We simply made up a name on the spot. We have not been earning money for the past few years. Only Victoria has money, but she's too stingy! I don't even have enough money to read my novels!" Yves looked at Wendy, who was covered in blood. "Didn't you say you got hit by a bullet? You're covered in blood but you seem fine. Why?"

asked Wiggy, examining their bodies one by one. Phillip was amazed. It was also revealed why Wiggy was so idolized even though the young man was annoying to death. Well, only Phillip found Wiggy annoying so far. "What's going on here?" Wiggy repeated his question. The Elves began to tell stories, but neither Wiggy nor Phillip understood what they were saying. Although a little, their voices were so loud, they sounded more like swarms of mosquitoes in summer. Wiggy kept telling them to talk one after another, but neither of them listens.

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

Winslow had suffered a miscarriage. "Victoria, my mom just had a miscarriage. She's in the ICU. Can you come? I really need you." Her voice cracked with panic and tears. I sank back into the couch. "What? I'm feeling too sick to leave right now. I don't know if I'll make it in time."

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

She held both our hands and pulled us. “We can walk there since it’s so near. You can leave your cars here.” She said. We just allowed her to do what she wanted. We arrived at the festival. There were booths, rides and games available. As we were walking, Amelia stopped by a stall. I noticed she was staring at a stuffed pig hanging by the stall. Oh it’s a shooting game. Kael and I looked at each other and we both knew what to do. We both slammed money by the counter. The merchant gave us a toy gun with three bullets. The goal was to knock out the matchsticks that were standing at the end. Those who can knock three sticks consecutively get the big prize.

wendigos are scared of fire ,because it's the only thing that can kill them . "arghh " I scream out in pain and angrily stabbed my fire hand into it's chest and pull it's heart out and his body went blazing ."arhhhhhhh damnit " I groan and quickly wore back my ring and too my body died out .see this the second wendigos took off and I sigh breathing hard ,totally exhausted and my cloths torn or should I say burnt. i waited for a while for my skin to heal up and when he did I grab hope and dashed out of sight ..

I took all the strength I could and kept dragging my body forward until I was able to get my whole body in full function. I jogged to towards the center of town and there she was by the fountain, trying to lure the kids back to her. She was chanting a spell to control their minds. The kids were like zombies walking towards her while their parents were trying in vain to stop them. Mothers crying for their little ones. Fathers holding them back as best as they could. The Wendigo looked at me with knowing eyes and the red glow appeared again. He pointed at one end of the town where a torch was burning high. The legend told of witches being burned in the stake and I would try to bring that legen