Wendigo Supernatural Novels & Stories

another wendigo drop down from tree in front of them it grab the hand of of of the girls and rip it out then slap Angelica away and she crashed meters away . "arhhh " tell third girl scream out as they first wendigos paws on her and divided into 2 .in front of me laid 2 decapitated bodies of witches whole had abducted me . "grahhhh please... please spare me " Angelica cried as the wendigos tear her from limb to limbs on thing nothing was left of her . the first wendigos growled and threw the hand of Angelica. it walked slowly to me starring directly at my face like it was actually searching for something .

But the worst part was its eyes empty black voids that focused directly on my stomach. “Precious,” it hissed. “Two lights burning so bright inside the flesh-mother. We can taste their power.” Two more emerged behind it. “They sense the babies,” Marion breathed. “Their power draws wendigos like blood draws sharks.” The first creature stepped forward. Kael lunged, massive jaws aimed for its throat. The wendigo moved impossibly fast, raking claws across Kael’s flank. He crashed down, and through the bond I felt his shock those claws cut through his supernatural healing.

I rushed towards them and concentrated on my sense of sight to identify the perpetrator. Then I saw it. It was the beast of night and day. One that history had written about. The beast, called the Wendigo. I have never seen one, only read about them in books and scrolls. Wendigos were werewolves who had turned off their humanity, hunted, and killed their own. They are strictly carnivores and they feed on their own kind. They had no trace of logic in them but the worst thing was they could only complete their shift by dark magic.

I am the chosen one, people look up to me for protection but the white witches guarded me down like their life depended on them. Jake was worse than I thought. He would fight against the other clans and make them his cohorts by force or you die. I heard he wiped off the Wendigo. Wendigos are very powerful creatures with the same strength level as an Alpha Werewolf. Something that makes Wendigos weak is their hunger for human flesh. For vampires with the highest population to wipe off such powerful creatures, they were really strong and waxing daily.

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

Long ago when I was a little girl before the werewolves attacked the village, I once used to call home. My dad used to tell me stories about witches that dwelled not too far from our village in the hoods, where no sounds were made, no wind blew and everything was still there, even the waters. He used to tell me stories about witches with unbelievable abilities that were very strange to us humans. Witches that had the powers to see the future, to heal, to speak to the dead, and possess the soul of us, humans. I used to be scared of these frightening stories, but soon I had gotten to love them. Knowing that there were beings with such unique abilities

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.

As I opened the book, the pages crackled beneath my touch, revealing secrets long forgotten by time. My eyes widened, it was Dycans chronicles!! Wasting no time, I flipped through the pages quickly. An inscription came to focus. It was”Segan language” the vampire language. Fortunately for me, I could read it. My jaw dropped when I looked at the inscription. It said “To my beloved daughter Gwen.”

What were they doing here? And then came the smell, the smell of death permeating through the air, it was the foul stench of their rotting mottled bodies. Their sharp claws stretched out and their red beady eyes were fixated on the Lycans below. These were Wendigos, also known as creatures of death. They attacked in a herd, their strength lying in numbers. We halted in our tracks as they screeched and circled all over us. My heart uncontrollably thudded in my chest and a desire to protect Melsine took over.