Badass Female Names Novels & Stories

Jace, Emily, Mark, Alice. As we walked in, all eyes turned towards us. "She's the Alpha." James said as I walked towards him. "Alpha, Katherine the hunter." James said, looking at me. The woman eyed me, from top to bottom, she looked unsatisfied, like she wanted to see someone else. "She's the Alpha?" She questioned James. "Any doubt?" I asked her, my eyes glowing red. "Uh- I was just, it's just from what I have heard Alpha's aren't that young, and specially not female, so-" she started but I cut her off.

It was the kid who got thrown on our table the other day. "You know them?" asked the girl. Like Loki, this kid is quite famous. Her name is Bee, probably the prettiest girl around. And she is one of those girls who are obsessed with feminism. She hates men so much that she sends any guy partnered with her to the infirmary in seconds during our self-defense lessons.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

She was stunning. "Macey, who are theses people?" I just found her one flaw she has such a high voice. "Sorry my Queen, but this is Sky the future Moon Goddess." Macey seemed to be very nervous talking to the Queen. "Aah I see. Let me guess your here because of the war to come am I correct?" I nodded, showing confidence.

Without a word, I reached out and closed it, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Dayatt,” I said carefully, “how… and why did you come up with something like this out of the blue?” She exhaled, rubbing her temple lightly. “Because I’m worried,” she said. “The female Alpha carries the title of Luna, yes but only in name. The elders don’t accept her… they’ll never do that. You’re wasting time playing a dangerous game with them, and I don’t want to see you cornered.” She said seriously, her eyes glowing with desperation.

The nerve of that asshole, I swear to fucking God. Jacob mother-fucking Broder needed to mind his own fucking business and shove his nose back in his ass before I did it for him. Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, and bodyguard. Those seemed to be his only roles in his relationship with Leia. He was always treating her like she was some delicate, fragile, breakable artifact or something when she was anything but that. Leia was a strong-minded, independent, and intelligent woman. She never failed to speak her mind or confront others when they were treating others like shit. Unless it was me, of course. That was when she avoided my presence as much as she possibly could.

*** Abaddon’s POV The entire night, my cock throbbed. Cold showers didn’t help. Even after all these years of control, of taking what I wanted and tossing it away like it meant nothing, she was the first to *stay* in my head. The only one who *owned* my thoughts. If only she had behaved. If only she hadn’t gotten under my skin with that goddamn mouth of hers. The way she walked through the cafeteria today—fire in her eyes, rage in every step—was *everything.* She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t cower. She stormed in, dripping with confidence, and put that bitch Laurane in her place in front of everyone.

"Fierce? Wait until you see her; you'll know. Black Widow's physique is seriously 'fierce.' She's got a killer 'chest'..." In the spectator stands, a group of people was fervently discussing. Up in the top-tier VIP area on the second floor, John leaned back on the genuine leather sofa behind him, gazing at the massive screen hanging in mid-air over the arena. A glint of light flashed in his deep eyes. Frank, next to John, propped one foot on his own leg as he squinted at the scrolling subtitles and the names of the competitors on the screen. "What's up with these code names for the contestants? There's Falcon, Silver Fox, and even Black Widow and Red Rose..."

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“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”