Novel & Cerita Wendigo Stories

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

But the infection keeps spreading. Draining the wounds is taking forever, but so far, it's the only thing that works. A shiver runs down my spine. The old stories say Wendigos are cursed creatures, forever starving, forever hunting. But they were never known to have this kind of venom in their bite. My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms as frustration wells up inside me. I need answers. I need to know what the hell these creatures want. But instead of finding answers, my thoughts betray me, pulling me toward another thought.

With that, he stood up and left my room. Note: Wendigo is mythological creature said to invoke feelings of insatiable greed or hunger. It is said to cannibalize human beings. You could check my social media for the picture of wendigo.

She whimpered. How will she defend herself when she has no experience in self defense? "We will, when we're done with you" They cackled. "That will teach you never to snoop around or poke your nose in people's business" Willow pushed the drunken man to the ground and ran but the other man easily caught her. He threw her over his shoulder and took her into the cabin. Jordan looked around. "Anything?" He asked the brown wolf in front of him. "No" He telepathically replied.

I chuckled, gave Hendrix’s cock one last grind before standing up. “You better correct your wordings, my old friend. I’m a daughter, not a son.” I muttered before going back to my own place, beside Mark. We continued to play the game but the awkwardness could be felt in the whole circle. Some already left after my scenario. And after that, gradually we are decreasing by multiple students. It was already in the middle of the night when I went to my tent. Hendrix and Kylie were left in the campfire for I think they have to talk and fix their misunderstanding.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

The creature burst into flames and then vanished with the wind. "What on earth is that?" Tyler asked. Kyra cast a glance toward Tyler. "It's a Wendigo," "A what? "Tyler asked. "Is that a monster?" "Yes. The Wendigo is a human-eating shapeshifter," Kyra explained. "They only seem like a human, but when they smell humans, they get hungry. They turn into monsters when they're hungry." "And you killed it? "Tyler asked in shock. Kyra took a step towards Tyler. When he got dressed, she couldn't tell. Tyler gave her an icy gaze and riddled his visage with uncertainty rather than terror. Kyra took Tyler's arm and approached him.

Thud. Ryder was trying to push himself up, his muscles trembling like a newborn foal’s. Sweat or maybe it was a tear from the pain tracked through the grime on his cheek. “It’s not a Wendigo,” he gasped. “Wendigos are all rage and speed. This… this thing is patient. It’s got all the time in the world.”

“Ye know all bout the hunger part, I’m guessin.” His guts twisted as he thought of Eddie . . . and Jones. He squirmed. It was probably his imagination, but his clothes seemed tighter than usual, his legs and arms sticking out several inches from the cuffs and sleeves. “And?” Hartley dangled the charm from its strap. “I’m guessin’ this here is an old conjure for what they used to call a ‘Wihtikow’, roughly translated as Wendigo. Some dialects even call it Ithaqua . . . ”

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!