Wendigo Supernatural Novels & Stories

The livestream cut off, replaced by a message from Sabine mocking me, "Did you see that? You’re just their toy. Whether it’s the Thornes or Cassian, the only child they’ll acknowledge is the one in my belly—the sole heir. "Once the test results for the babies inside you come out, your children will disappear completely. And so will you." As if sensing the threat, my abdomen suddenly twisted with sharp pain. Having experienced a miscarriage before, a terrible premonition flooded me. In my dazed state, I heard people whispering nearby. "A man covered in blood just came into the hospital. It’s terrifying." "He looked frantic, saying he was searching for a pregnant woman." "Oh my God… isn’t that

“They don’t really come out until night to hunt. And from my research, he hunts every night here.” “He, not she?” “Wendigos are only born males,” he tells me. “They hatch from eggs that wendigos throw up out of their mouths when they are close to death.” Another delightful image. “I really don’t want to see that,” I reply. The thought is gross enough. “You and I both. So we’re going to go to our room to take a nice little nap.” He flashes me a grin. “Well, I’m napping and you can be a lookout, partner.”

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

I didn't go in this time, but I decided to call the creature out. "Gary? Is that you boy?" I called, my instinct told me he was there and he was the creature causing all these disappearances. I stood there for a few minutes, shotgun in hand ready to aim at him in case he attacked. I could hear some growls, and I was prepared. The Wendigo came out of the cave and walked slowly towards me. His eyes were Scarlet red and his mouth was drooling and I could see blood all over his body. "Gary? If that is you in there, please listen to me. If you are the one kidnapping all these kids and eating them, tell me" I said, knowing he can't even speak and he won't tell me.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

“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

When a second howl slices through the forest, I’m moving before I even think — sprinting toward the sound, my warrior instincts in full command. The air around me thickens, heavy with the stench of blood and rotting meat. It clings to my throat like smoke. Suffocating. Then I see it. The Wendigo. A werewolf turned monster after consuming the flesh of another werewolf. A disgusting, cannibalistic beast.

“It disappeared into thin air before I can.” “Hmm,” The bloodsucker murmured and then his voice carried into my brain. “Only true blood vampires have the power to teleport and the bite mark on her is not from my kind. It belongs to something you should honestly have no dealings with.” My jaw clenced, rage battling with unease as I stalked after him. “What do you mean?” “She was attacked by a wendigo,” he said simply, like it was a fucking weather report. “The fangs are hooked and that’s why the bite marks are deeper. You should know they only hunt rogues with special blood.”

Emma turned the page, rubbing the phantom tickle of her mother’s breath off her throat. When fully transformed, the wendigo’s host actively seeks human victims to devour, often hibernating for long periods between episodes of feeding. During this time, the creature is still fully aware of its surroundings and able to exercise a certain degree of influence over anything in its territory. This can result in anything from the blighting of crops to cursing trespassers with its own insatiable appetite. The wendigo may even guide those afflicted to commit atrocities using a measure of its own powers.