Wendigo X Reader Novels & Stories

Trigger Warning for S*xual A*use Chapter Three Cole’s Point of View The girl wasn’t hard to find. I could sense Maggie’s presence in the area and she was still out with the dog. Every now and then she would call out Maggie’s name like she was looking for her. Why?

But the Wendigo hasn't satisfied with just throwing a deadly kick on Adrian, rather it was urging her to kill him to the end of the world and it runs towards Adrian. It happened so quickly that there was only just time to see it. Long before there was time to do anything, the Wendigo had flung the coils of its loathsome hand around Adrian's body. Quickly as lightning another great loop of his hand darted towards Adrian's neck to choke him. But Adrian was just in time to his arms to get them clear, living the hand of Wendigo just on his chest that is pounding him into the Earth- ready to crack his ribs like firewood when it drew tight.

So they would be more than happy once Nikolai would agree to become a member of the White Claw Pack. “Wait, so does it mean that Alexa was the werewolf I was fighting last night? The one who told me that she had a hunter mate, is she that werewolf?” “Yes, that’s right. It was me.” A female voice was heard. Alexa came inside the room together with Diego. “Wow, you are strong,” Nikolai mumbled in amazement. Alexa just giggled after receiving that praise coming from Nikolai. “Nikolai, hello, Buddy!” Diego greeted him while waving his hand.

Hacker Last night, Wendy and I got a lot of work done digging the trench for the security lines. We made it a game, and I love her competitive spirit. Her wolf is beautiful and my wolf, Saggio, purred loudly at how beautiful Dasha is. She stood proudly, letting him look her over. Then she’d rubbed her face against his, her wolf showing mine the same affection that Wendy showed me. I’m glad that her wolf seems to accept us as much as the woman does.

To honor a deal I made when I thought she was just an annoying, grumpy transfer student? I cut across the quad and head straight for the athletic complex. The cold morning air bites through my sweat-drenched shirt, but I don't care. I have exactly one goal today. I need to get Finn's plan in motion. Once Wrenley’s housing arrangement is officially sanctioned by the university, Elise’s threat vanishes. I can dump her, deal with the fallout, and stop feeling like a prisoner in my own life. Then, maybe I can figure out what to do about the fact that the girl living in my basement makes my chest feel like it’s caving in every time she looks at me.

“No, I am talking about Jacob. He is now the Alpha of their pack, and he just got married to a woman named Lucy. She was an Alpha’s daughter, Bethany. Just like you before becoming a rogue.” “He got married? When?”

Gwen’s hands went up to her hair, and she pulled at it aggressively. “So then, how does this work? Will I turn into a werewolf too?” she asked, and Xander shook her head negatively. “You are what you are forever,” he said, taking her face in his hands and staring deep into her eyes. “And that is mine,” he said before pressing his lips to hers. I looked away because, for some reason, it felt as though I was invading their privacy, even though this was technically PDA. My gaze fell on Brenda, and she had a worried look on her face.

Fighting the wendigo was like fighting death itself; every attack I landed healed in seconds, and every strike it dealt burned like fire. I was done playing with this creature; I had to look for Aria. With one final move, I grabbed the creature by the leg with my jaws, shaking it like a rag doll before slamming it into the ground. Without giving it a chance to fight back, I drove my clawed hand through its chest, gripping what should have been a heart. I snarled and ripped the heart out, tossing it onto the dirt. The Wendigo shrieked. The ground trembled. Its body began to crumble, dissolving into ash that swirled away with the wind.

I was Kane Rivers, the legendary bachelor, the man who ruled with precision, who carried every responsibility without complaint. At first, I didn’t notice him. The ritual drew my attention: Mike’s posture, the priests’ chants, the rising tension of the pack, the fire snapping against the night. My wolf twitched beneath my skin.Then, through the corner of my vision, I caught movement. Just a human boy, leaning against the edge of the clearing, too casual. Shawn Miles. My nephew’s human best friend.

Wren. Of all the people in the world. Of all the girls who could have been on the other end of a bond like this, it was Wren. That fat Omega with her head always down. She walked like she was apologizing for the space she took up. An omega. Nobody's first choice for anything. Certainly not this. I couldn't humiliate myself that way. Cal and Zade could accept that terrible fate but not me. “She is ours,” Rookie said, and the certainty in his voice was infuriating because it did not waver, not even slightly.