Wendigo Stories Novels & Stories

With time, more and more disturbing happenings have occurred, but I've done my best to contain the threat. Not only were rogues working in packs, but beasts called Wendigo’s had appeared. Wendigo’s were werewolves who had eaten werewolves and become something different. They lived to kill and eat werewolves and had no trace of sanity left. And then there was the Manangal’s, vampire-like creatures with elongated limbs, long claws, teeth and surrounded by a revolting smell. They preyed on children and pregnant women.

"I have news that you should spread to the rest of the pack." "What is it?" My father asked, slowly sensing my urgency. "Wendigos." I said, moving forward and grabbing my father's arms. "Rogues are becoming cannibals to become wendigos!" I watched as my father's face began to turn white with shock at what I had just told him. Beside him my mother was tense her eyes wide with horror. "What did you just say?" My father said slowly seeming to think that he didn't hear me right. "I said that rogues are purposely turning themselves into wendigos." I repeated feeling my heart begin to pound in my chest at the memory of the grotisque rogue with decaying skin. "We ran into a few of them before comin

she informed me in a trembling voice. "Cover us," I ordered the warrior who was fighting four of them. His fur was matted yellow and red, and his mouth gnawed at their skeletal bodies as one of them dug his razor-sharp teeth into his neck. The crimson blood gurgled out and his painful howl filled the air. He slumped to the ground. More crashing noises followed as the hideous Wendigos kept ramming themselves against the windows of different buildings, hunting the pack members who fought them off.

That's it. Eric : well I am highly disappointed but not surprised. This is not the first time such a thing happened. Xavier: what do you mean ? Such an event has already taken place? Alayna : yes . This event goes upto 1400 years ago , it was so devastating that the Gods had to intervene to reduce the dire consequences of the war . A war between werewolf and Vampires against wendigos. Xander: what is a wendigo? Eric : The Wendigo is a very powerful creature with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh.

“Wendy, I couldn’t see. I was focused on swimming. You were my eyes. You were the one who told me where to go, how far away Cipher was, and you made sure that our paths connected. Without you doing that, Cipher would have been swept downstream and in the state he was in, it’s very likely that he would have drowned. Stop discounting what you do and your role in this mission. Own it, become confident with it, and accept that we are a team. Every one of us brings something valuable to this squad. That includes you, regardless of you being underage and lacking training. You played a key role in saving Cipher today.” Wendy blushes and nods. “Now that we have that settled, what do you all do at ni

Wasn't even slowing her down. "He said my name," she said. "In the clearing. Which means he knows I'm here." She looked at Roman directly. "Which means he came here specifically for me." "Yes." "Why." Roman leaned forward slightly. "What do you know about Wendigo behavior? Pack dynamics?" "They're largely solitary in folklore." "In reality they're solitary until they're not. The powerful ones eventually want a partner. Someone who can hunt with them in both worlds, human environments and supernatural ones." He held her gaze. "A trained FBI profiler who already operates in morally complex territory would be…"

He needed to run past the growling wendigo, and make his way down those stairs behind it. He had nothing to defend against the monster, who stood about six or seven feet away from him. He was trapped, and he had no weapon to fight back- not like he could. He needed to depend on the one weapon he possessed: his intellect, but how? The hungry wendigo rushed for him, which he docked and it slammed itself into the wall. He grabbed the golden opportunity and went between its legs, running. He wasn't physically built as an athlete, but fear pulled his feeble legs forward. He tripped and rolled down the stairs, hitting and butting into both sides of the railings and the wall, until he finally got i

She is thin, malnourished, but one thing bothers me. She’s not even eighteen. How can she be a rogue? Wolves turn rogue once they are exiled from their origin pack. No wolf is ever born rogue, unless a couple of rogues birthed a child of their own… It is impossible. Should be impossible. Rogues easily lose their sanity once they turn. The loss of their connection with a pack would be too much for a wolf, as we are born in a pack, with a pack, for a pack. This doesn’t make any sense.

“We could try…but I don’t know how we’re going to get close to that thing. Wendigos are perfect hunters.” “So are vampires.” I look from Lucas to the wendigo and pray my warding will hold. The thing has to be nearly seven feet tall with razor sharp teeth and huge claws. “They’re not just fast and strong,” I start. “They have some powers.” The wendigo charges again, and I throw up my hands, muttering the incantation over again. “Elementals vocationem ore exíbit gládis acútus: hanc domun praesidio! Custodrie moneia malo!” A shockwave of magic erupts from the circle I cast, knocking the wendigo to the ground. Pissed off, it gets up and looks like it’s going to run at us again, but it turns and