Abigail Wolf Novels & Stories

Safe didn't hear the clacking of heels approaching her not when it stopped. “It's you, isn't it?” Abigail raised her head to meet a woman wearing an offensive amount of lipstick and a frown. She didn't know her. But she was popular now, after annoying the entire pure wolf community. “Alpha Ethan is not around,” she replied, ignoring the woman's attitude. “If you'll kindly drop your —” “I'm not here to see Ethan,” the woman said, cutting her off. “I saw Ethan all weekend and this morning.” Of course, Abigail thought.

I was the only wolf left on Earth. My phone buzzed in the silence. ONE NEW MESSAGE: PRIVATE. I grabbed it with a shaking hand. Legacy confirmed, Ethan. See you at the funeral. —Dad I looked at Caleb’s cold face. I looked at the red smear on my palm. The wolf inside me didn't growl. It howled. I stood up. I didn't wipe the snot. I didn't fix my suit. I walked to the elevator. The doors opened. Abigail Moore was standing there. She wasn't wearing a suit. She was wearing tactical gear. And she was holding a silver-tipped spear.

“So what color is your wolf anyway?” I blinked. “Huh?” “Your wolf,” she said impatiently. “When you shifted, what color was it?” I shrugged. “Dunno. It was dark. Didn’t exactly stop to check myself out in a mirror…yours?” She shrugged. “Well, this is just unacceptable.” Abigail sat up straight, determination lighting her eyes. “We should check. Right now.” I immediately recoiled. “Yeah, no. Absolutely not.” “Oh, come on,” she whined. “We’re safe! No one’s around! Mom and Dad aren’t even home! And Miles it too busy snacking in the kitchen! It’s not liek your some ran away still. At least alone.” She winked.

ELARA’S P.O.V. My wolf stiffened instantly, a low growl ripped from my chest before I could stop it as I laid my eyes on them. Lucien sat behind his massive desk. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight. Perched right beside him, practically draped across the polished wood as if she belonged there, was Abigail. Her long legs were crossed, and she was leaning slightly to the side with one hand flat on his desk right in front of him, blocking him from working, and putting her breasts in his face.

He was immobilized instantly and couldn't move but let out a roar of rage. The woman, who saw her friend being immobilized, screamed and fell to the ground, scurrying toward the door. However, her effort was futile as Dad had set up a barrier outside the house after the wolf had come in, and no one could get out. I came out from behind the curtain, walked up to the woman, and noticed that her face looked a little familiar. Where had I seen her before... Then it dawned on me - this woman was Abigail, who had tried to harm Ari so many times and had escaped while being transported to the maximum security prison!

After the strange man had gone, I decided to check the name written on the card and I saw Eden Anderson , the CEO of Anderson Inventions , also the Alpha of Redmoon pack and what I had noticed earlier was that he had only one eye and the other was covered by a black patch. It was so strange how so many weird people existed in the world.

Abigail said. "Really?! How?" I couldn't control my excitement. I don't know how Abigail thinks she can do this, but I need to try if she knows a way. "My cousin is an addict, and she drifts in and out of our pack. I know she has to get the wolfsbane from somewhere, and Gemma is a major player in that area." Abigail says, blushing softly. She is a beautiful woman with blonde hair with a beach wave falling shoulder-length. What stands out the most, though, is her stomach rounded with the baby she carries.

Her movement was restricted and this caused her to cry out loud. “Hello?” A familiar voice whispered in the darkness. Abigail froze. Looking around, she still saw nothing and nobody. She tried to communicate with her wolf but got nothing back. It were as if her wolf did not exist inside her anymore. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” Abigail started to cry, she was frightened and thought she was going to die in any second. “Abigail?” The voice in the darkness whispered. “Mia? Is that you?” Abigail gasped.

Camille took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as if the weight of the world rested upon them. "Back in those woods," she began, staring at me then Neal, "when I connected completely with my wolf, the power that consumed me was intoxicating. Nothing drugs could offer. For a short while, I felt like a god. If that is anything like what runs through Abigail's veins, your struggles do not matter. In fact, I am the closest thing this world could get to getting rid of Abigail." "Getting rid of— Camille, she just wants to meet you to talk," I retorted. "Let's not get any funny ideas."

Paige had already left, but Abigail was still standing where she had been. It felt as if her feet were rooted to the Palace's marble floor. The long gown she wore hung straight down without moving an inch, while inside her, her emotions churned wildly. Paige’s words echoed in Abigail’s ears again. She could remember every sentence, every condescending tone and the thin smile Paige had deliberately forced just to hurt her. Abigail drew a deep breath. Her wolf soul roared in fury, crashing against her inner self. That primitive urge pressed insistently, wanting to break free and claw at Paige in retaliation for every insult she had just received.