Wendigo Supernatural Novels & Stories

She continued walking to the grave, threw salt and lighter fluid at the grave, and soon set it on fire. The Wendigo’s bodies burn. The sound of their flesh sizzling in the flame emitted a smell so pungent that Qillalon’s eyes started to water. “What the heck is this?” He asked as he was slowly returning to his human form. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes as he stepped away from the burning Wendigo. She ignored his question and picked up the Wendigo’s heads and tossed them in the burning grave. The moment the heads were thrown in the hole, a strong force escaped it and flashes of white shapeless energy fled the grave.

From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began. So if the clan borders the dark forest world on one side, it borders the human world on the other. That’s where we get our technology and money and torture devices from. Monsters on both sides of you will. Worst of all, the werewolf council will never be able to find this place, never be able to put a stop to it. Lorez not only has his his clan, he has blackmail on every meme we of the council. No man is a good man. To be honest, no one is a good anything. I’ve learned not to trust. My father failed to protect me and everyone wants me dead. My wolf and I will only ever trust ourselves. Slinging my legs out of bed and turning the alarm off, I w

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"

Preparing to attack again, I focused all my energy on Chris as Kim and the others went after the guards and Trinity. Fixing my gaze on Chris’ irritated face, I prepared to move, but stopped as a loud screech filled the air, echoing all around us. Confusion surged through me as I looked around, trying to determine what had made such a terrible noise. However, when I located the source, I felt my blood turn to ice. Five large skeletal creatures with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp teeth began to make their way towards us. Fuck, Davison was actually bringing his wendigos into the fight.

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh

All the books and lore I read, though they varied in one way or another, agreed that wendigos were once humans with an enormous carnivorous appetite for human flesh; the folklore also mentioned in its contexts that the only thing that could kill a wendigo is a silver blade to the heart, so it seems that the legend was true after all. Well, actually, monsters weren’t born; they were created. Long story short, they messed up with a very powerful witch, so the witch cursed them to be monsters with an

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Gosh.. I can not take your torcher any more. Fuck me or lick me or bite my whole body, just make me cum! Please!” But those women were not there to take her request or order. They were here to complete the ritual that had been in the pack since the existence of werewolves. They knew exactly what they wanted to do. "Aaa ahh.. aahh agghhh.. aaaaaahhhh. God fucking damn it!" Continuous screams left Maya’s mouth as fingers continued to fuck her asshole and her cock hungry pussy hole while at the same time rubbing her clit. When she was on the edge for the fifth time and her body had been drained of all its divine energy, when she was exhausted to the tips of her limbs and felt like she was goin

Louisa continued warning. Of course Lyla knew who The Dragomirs are. Very influential Vampire family in Freaky World. Wealthy and powerful. Rumors are circulating, all Vampires bowed to the family. Lyla's eyes met Keegan's cold gaze. The boy grinned, showing his sharp canine teeth. "Come on, Lyla. Let's go to the dorms." Louisa hastily grabbed Lyla's arm when she realized Keegan was watching them. "Remember what I said, okay? Don't get into trouble with Keegan." Louisa said when the two of them were inside the dormitory building; a magnificent one with medieval architecture with dominant gray color.

“Wendigos are creatures that devour humans. They are destructive and cannibalistic, capable of imitating the voice of anyone they desire to lure into their hunt. Their speed surpasses that of an ordinary human, and they possess immortality.” — That's terrifying. Imagine hearing someone cry for help, going to assist them, and ending up as a cannibal's snack. I'd probably die of fear before they even tried to kill me. And what an ugly face! I looked at the numerous papers on the table. I wanted to read them all, but before that, I had to go to college. I couldn't request the withdrawal online since the deadline had already passed. I glanced at the wall clock; it was nearly nine in the morning.