Novel & Cerita Wendigo X Reader

Author's notes Jaxon is definitely going to turn to a whole different person after he visits the Wendigos. To clear up the confusion, Wendigos in my own context are just like wolves but slightly different in personalities. They suck blood like vampires, cast spells, seduce like the sirens, shift like wolves and manipulates voices in their victim... we're just starting the ride, please vote for my book❤️

Jim was getting bored watching Cassie and Mitch staring at each other awkwardly. Jim needed to see some action, some telenovela shit go down, werewolf style. So he made the first move, since Mitch was looking like an idiot with drool wetting his chin and pre-cum wetting the front of his pants. Jim could smell the fool's arousal. It was disgusting.

“It is a bit of a shock still; you really do look so much like our Juniper. Where are my manners, let me introduce all of us, I am Alpha Gerald Hawthorne, this is my mate Luna Seraphina Hawthorne, and this is our Beta Solomon Chambers.” “Nice to meet you all, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I am Willow, my friends call me Wills.” I start slowly, careful of Seraphina who’s still sobbing softly but trying not to show it, and gesture to Dad. “This is my father Conall Doyle and my Uncle Thomas Smith. We appreciate you all making the effort to come here in person to meet me.” Alpha Gerald stands slowly and holds his hand out to Dad. “I can’t thank you enough for finding and caring for Willow when we

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!

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a

I stood on my ground eyes flashing with determination, just as the first wendigo reach the edge of the roof, I sprang into action. Dodging it's attack, I sprung around and I landed a fatal blow on the wendigo's chest, purple blood spilling out as he stumbled back, its claw scrap the roof trying to maintain balance, but unlucky for the wendigo, I don't have pity for anyone who tries to hurt my mate or anyone close to me and so I stretched forth my leg and kicked it hard that it got it flying away, the rest of the wendigos all turned their to the direction where it went, many damages were done to it's body before it died.