Wendigo Stories Novels & Stories

Shifting back to our human form, we grabbed Axel's hands and tried to help him up when we heard another growl behind us. Aria screamed as the beats grabbed her and flung her away before grabbing Axel and I. The Wendigo, holding the both of us now, began to run deep into the woods. I Tried to hold onto a tree or anything strong but it was so f*cking strong. I couldn't hold onto anything for support and if I did, it quickly snapped because of its speed. Soon I could hear Aria's wolf running towards us from behind.

Emma’s earlier pace slowed to a crawl, each word branding itself into her brain in turn. The wendigo is an evil spirit prevalent in Native American mythology. Disseminated through the belief systems of cultures populating the Great Lakes Area and Canada, the wendigo is commonly depicted either as a person who has eaten human flesh—usually as a result of starvation due to famine or an intense winter—or someone who has attracted the spirit’s attention due to a kindred sense of greed. In either case, the victim becomes a receptive host for the spirit, allowing it to take possession of the body. Emma turned the page, rubbing the phantom tickle of her mother’s breath off her throat.

He turns and leaves the room. Dino waves and one of his men steps forward and reaches for the bag on the floor, he pulls out a human head, fresh with blood dripping off it's body. Everyone was stunned to see what was inside, it was one of Dino's men... The one he sends to eliminate Wendigo. " This kid is getting outta hand " A man spoke out displeased with whatever was going on. " We can't sit and let this continue... Else, there will come a day he will kill us all before we know it"

“Turning packs into Wendigos. That purple liquid—it was Wolfsbane!” “Bingo!” Gusev chimed, still running. Creed growled, “I’ll kill you the moment we’re out!” “Not if the Wendigos get you first!” Gusev cackled. Four Wendigos, relentless, tore after us. Ace and Creed were strong, but even together, they weren’t enough. Then—Kira stirred. Her voice was hoarse but steady. “Stop.” We all turned, still running. “I had a vision,” she said.

Marisol’s POV The forest went silent. No birds, no insects, no wind just oppressive, unnatural quiet. “Everyone behind me,” Kael ordered, his wolf form bristling. “Now.” We clustered together Marion’s fighters, Vera, Gray, Dr. Rhodes, and me at the center. “What are they?” I whispered. “Wendigos. Ancient curse-born creatures that feed on supernatural essence.” Dr. Rhodes’s voice shook. “They were sealed away centuries ago.”

Joshua stood and crossed the room, "and might I even say zombified. Could it be possible it's two different species we working with here?" I let out a long breath. This conversation was going no where. "They are the same," I said and all of them turned to look at me. "A wendigo is an animal or human that's been murdered in cold blood and has not had a proper burial. I can't explain what brings them back from the dead, but when they do come back they take revenge on the living." "Ah," Levi grinned, "once a hunter always a hunter." "So what do you need me to do?" Alex inquired. "Kill them?"

Kira gave Saga a pleading look, he raised both of his hands in surrender, "I've had my shares. You're on your own." * After the phone call, Kira and Saga decided to eat their breakfast in the living room. They sat there and talk about their favorite cartoon, and their embarrassing memories of their childhood. Kira told him about the time she love to sneak out of the house riding her tricycle giving everyone a scare, or how one time at middle school she thought it would be a good idea to cut her own bangs, while Saga told her about his first roller coaster experience and how he puked in front of his crush and how he hated Tuesdays because he seems to be very unlucky every Tuesdays -until the

“Eat. That bastard wanted to eat our Chickpea. That bastard." “That or wanted to use her as leverage. Wendigos are malevolent and cannibalistic creatures and shapeshifters. Wendigos are strongly associated with the winter, the north, and coldness. Human beings will transform into Wendigos if they perform cannibalism. Human beings would become possessed by the demonic spirit of the beast, usually in a dream. Once transformed, the individual will become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh. These monsters are the embodiments of gluttony, greed, and excess. They are never satisfied with killing and consuming one person. For those two to come for Chickpea there must be more of them ou

A haze of light burst out from it and condensed thousands of rules. It was the strongest skill the Ancestora's clone had, the skeleton of the most ferocious beasts from ancient times, the Wendigo. The wendigo was also the king of the ferocious beasts. Its strength was equivalent to a half-immortal. Even after it died, its body remained immortal. After Ancestora turned it into a ferocious weapon, the skeleton of Wendigo became even more powerful. The huge Wendigo walked out of the blast mist and slowly raised its arm. Instantly, a terrifying blood aura solidified into a substance on the arm. Even the supreme paragon from many miles away could feel their souls tremble and have difficulty breat

Chapter 53 I can't believe the Damos are on the side of these witches and they know they are enemies. Coventry indeed has teammate’s werewolves and the Damos pack is one of their allies. "Go back to the coven so we don't look like this, Emily," Viktoria said as she finally went downstairs. Nigel, on the other hand, stood behind the Coven people and was happy as if every camp was in turmoil. "You can't get Emily!" Reginald shouted.