Abigail Wolf Novels & Stories

Abigail. She sat with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her head slightly bowed as if in prayer. Abigail was the daughter of an omega, and Damien remembered the circumstances of her birth vividly. It was a difficult time for her family, and Damien had always had a soft spot for the girl because of it. She was just a few years older than Caleb and Kayla, if he was correct she should be around fifteen now, and he’d seen her around the pack many times, always quiet, always obedient.

Abigail's p. O. V; I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me.

Her feminine floral scent hit me stronger and I realised as my wolf stirred suddenly “Mate” I growled. Her eyes snapped open and her purple eyes shown. I had never seen an eye colour like it. She stared at me and slowly stood, straightening her skirt calmly. She didn’t smell like a human, nor did she smell like a werewolf, she had no indication of being a vampire. “What is your name little mate?” my wolf asked taking in her petite form. “My name is Abigail Winx and I am not your mate.” She replied simply. My wolf whimpered at the words. I fought him for control and gained the upper hand.

Charlie spat the word across the table. “Does it matter if the female mate is human?” Heath protested. “Her children will be werewolf.” “Charlie. Heath. I am speaking.” Abigail’s voice was uncompromising. She stared both alphas into submission before continuing. “We are… furious,” Abigail declared her nostrils flaring as she looked along the row of the Triquetra, ignoring Heath’s protest. “I am outraged and insulted. Your families are horrified. The pack is stunned and appalled.”

He knows his days are numbered after yesterday, and watching Marco being led out must have been his wake-up call to just how short his days of remaining on the council are. “Abbigail, how are the preparations for the emergency shelters going?” I ask the she-wolf, head of my maids. She smiles, her grey hair and thin body hiding the strength this she-wolf has. I personally have spared with her since returning, learning a few new techniques from the three-hundred year old wolf who vowed her Loyalty to me the moment she saw me at the masquerade ball.

She asked, but after waiting for a while, she didn't get an answer, and she would have thought that the other party wasn't there anymore if not for the breathing she was hearing. Slightly annoyed, she removed the blanket from her body and went to open the door, she stuck out her head and her eyes landed on Abigail's figure. Abigail's wolf was quite powerful as her injuries were all healed, and she looked no different from before, except for her teeth that couldn't grow back. Remembering the time when they were having lunch, Anastasia couldn't help but laugh in her mind again when Abigail couldn't eat meat. The scene was extremely funny.

Nate on the east side near the sealed maintenance door, rigging the exit that looks like salvation. My wolf scents the building anyway, rogues tucked into blind corners, high platforms, broken rooms. Too many. Then I smell him. Not fully, Rowan’s scent is masked, layered with oils and herbs and something chemical that tries to lie to a wolf’s instincts. But it’s there under the disguise, like rot under perfume. And when he speaks, his voice makes every hidden wolf in the building feel like part of his audience. “Abigail.” He steps into view from behind a support pillar, hands open, posture relaxed, smile bright enough to feel like warmth.

LUKE STARED AT THE bastard's smug mug on the screen and wished he could rip it off the fucking wall. If only Baron had the nerve to step into a room with him. Luke would tear the man limb from limb, if only for the hell he'd put Abigail through. She-was amazing. In a room crowded with the heads of Aegis, Admiral Crawford, Mr. Stevens, Zain and a few others, a handful of FBI agents and two state-side Mossad liaisons, Abigail stood out. She was a beacon of calm amid what was becoming a fucking three ring circus.

“Influence?” “Yes. When the bond is active, you can call the wolf. I need you to hold the Abyss in a state of controlled partial shift. It will give me the speed and power I need to fight, but it will keep human control intact so I don’t kill you, or go feral.” My mouth was dry. “You want me to mentally summon the monster?” “I want you to manage the engine, Elara. You are the only one who can throttle the Abyss now. But there is a consequence.”

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.