Windego Novels & Stories

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

They were just random cities that look like its being taught to a toddler in alphabetical order. Wait!! Accra. Buenos Aires. Carolina. Baghdad. Czech. Djibouti. Calabar. Dallas. Eastbourne. " There's a sequence. A, B, C. B, C, D. C, D, E. The next city should begin with a D. That's Da lat. " "Exactly.. So the person we're desperately searching for, is in Vietnam " " What do you mean by the person? We're after soldo aren't we? "

Riven. Alpha’s name still wasn’t among them. Perfect. He lay in bed again, exhaustion deeper this time. The system finally spoke. [CANDIDATE ANALYSIS: UPDATED] Werewolf Candidates (Current Projection): Seraphine — N/A (Vampire) Lykos — Precision / Long-Term Threat Riven — Leadership / Rising Kael — Raw Power / Self-Destructive Marek — Lineage / Weak Will Vampire Royal Candidates: Seraphine — Absolute Darius — Opportunist / High Risk

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

The moment I opened the chat, another message popped up. [Go downstairs to the hardware store and buy me a wrench. Gem doesn't have one.] I stared at the two messages for several seconds. So… He had not noticed I wasn't behind him at all. He had only noticed I was gone because he wanted something from me. I scrolled up through our chat history. Every message had something to do with Gem. [Give Gem the skincare products your coworker brought you from overseas. I'll buy you another set.] [Gem said she wanted coastal cuisine for dinner. We'll go together after work later. I already made a reservation.]

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

That's what I was depending on. “Beta king, tell me, does your city enjoy good electricity?” “Yes.” He said. “How?” “We have several wind vanes on the west side of the city. The weather works wonders.” He tilted his neck a little. It was getting sore. “Just the wind vanes, Beta king.” “I have a name.” He nearly interrupted me. “I don't care. Now; answer my question.” He boned, a vein popping up on his forehead. “We have damn too but it has not been operational for a while.”

I met his gaze and sneered wildly. “Well, find Vane, prove he is the Windgo or whatever and the position is yours!” “First off, it is Wendigo, and secondly, we don’t need to find him…” “What do you mean?” Stephan and Claude chorused. I pointed to the horizon, they both looked at it, the sun was setting behind it. “Once it is dark…” I turned to face Stephan, “He will come find you and we will trap him.”

**Ace's point of view:** Ace stared out the window of the plane, watching the landscape blur beneath him. Frustration boiled in his veins. He had spent weeks in a foreign country, chasing shadows and dead ends. The man who had been intercepting his supplies had vanished without a trace, leaving Ace empty-handed and seething with rage.