Abigail Wolf Novels & Stories

Malcom runs off into the crowd of fighting wolves, running away from the impending death that is coming his way. But to my surprise, Alpha Abigail stands her ground, her lips spreading to reveal the sharepend teeth inside of her mouth. “You killed the love of my life.” She spits out, confirming my suspicions earlier about there being more between the two of them. “I will make you pay.” Her wolf bursts from her body in seconds, leaving shredded clothing lying on the ground around her.

Therefore, the sorcerer hesitated with the attack, just a bit. The newly converted wolf, meanwhile, was slowly getting out of the chaos of hysteria, getting used to its appearance. His thoughts were no secret to Conrad, they read like calligraphic writing on new parchment. The magician chuckled: now, after the inquisitor's son once felt the power of Rubin, he will never break out of submission. Never. Good word. Very true. Correct. Conrad liked it.

Minutes later, a hesitant text from Abi finally came through: "Hey Lizbeth, I heard... I'm really sorry but I can't come over right now. I'm swamped with studies." The flimsy excuse didn't fool Lizbeth for a second. She fumed, her anger simmering beneath the surface. She tried calling other friends, one after another. Each call was met with vague excuses, busy signals, or outright rejections. "I'm not feeling well," "I have family visiting," "I'm out of town." The thinly veiled lies infuriated her. Her social empire, built on manipulation and fear, was crumbling. Enraged, and feeling the walls of her room closing in, Lizbeth summoned one of the household servants. "Go to my apartment," she c

I was helpless and naked, immobile against the freezing, wet snow, sure it was stained red from the cuts all over my body. The white wolf stood over me and I realized I knew that scent. I figured out where I had smelled the scent of the mystery pack before. The wolf standing over me was Alexander Adalwolf, a man I had gone to Grey Wolf University with—a man whose life I had saved. He was the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack in Ontario. I looked up at him, wondering if he would take my life. That was when he shifted into his human form. “Wulfric?”

Suddenly, I realized then that once again, I can listen in on their mind link! Abigail was the one who decided to respond to Roman’s question physically. “Don’t be ridiculous, Roman. We all know that the girl wasn’t worthy to be Queen. The King deserves someone of royal blood and nobility, and as far as I’m concerned, Mabel is the best of them all.” “Thank you, Abigail.” Mabel smiled. “I am flattered.” My wolf stirred angrily within me at Abigail's response, making me grip my silverware tight. I tried to focus on my breathing and try my best to keep my cool but I was suddenly feeling hot within, like the temperature in the room had gone up.

It's Sabrina here!! Bizarre Wolf has officially ended! Woohoo! I'm kind of sad but also happy. This story went through so many changes when it stayed in my drafts to the point where I officially published it and ended it. It's a big achievement. Firstly, I would like to thank all the readers who supported this story till the end. I always appreciated the comments that you all left and used to read them when I was demotivated to write this story. And especially for sticking till the end, I am really happy to see you guys still reading it.

I nod to him, “he won’t remember us or the 6 of these asshats, but the human’s he will remember.” I turn and look at the frozen men, some have their claws extended and other their wolves are peering out at me. I smile sweetly as I look at each and every one of them and giggle, “I am Alpha Abigail Westfield, your worst fucking nightmare, a woman with enough power to make you beg for your disgusting, miserable lives.” I walk around each and every one of the men, “I will take much satisfaction in killing each and every one of you in the most horrendous of ways, if you do not tell me what I want to know,” I smile widely at them all.

“So Abigail, the witch who used the curse that created all werewolves, pleaded with the fates to let her see her daughter. The fates agreed but they are assholes! So they let her use her daughter Selova’s spirit to make a wolf every 500 years. Abigail only gets to see her before it’s time for Selova to go through the veil to her human counterpart and she has no memory of her mother. Abigail paired her with the daughter of an Alpha family, gave her command over all werewolves. Hoping she could restore balance and bring all werewolves together to live peacefully and find balance. That completely backfired, on her 18th birthday when she received the Lunar mark and her human counterpart became g

For the first time in my life— Gabriel Steele. Alpha of the Ironcrest Pack. The man who commanded thousands of wolves. Broke. I bowed my head, hands pressed into the snow like a wolf that had lost its mate. And I cried. Because I knew the truth. I knew her. Abigail had always been the kind of woman who loved fiercely and left without hesitation when that love died. A woman brave enough to walk away from everything. And that meant one thing. This time— I had truly lost her. Forever.

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding