Feisty Female Novels & Stories

She has never met a woman like Stacey who's filled with so much nastiness inside her. "LIES! LIES! IT'S ALL LIES! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Stacey shouted like a mad dog. Her fur was coming out along with her canines as she glared at the witch. She shifted half way through in anger and defence because she knew that she didn't have any other way out of it now.

Jester muttered darkly. Then above and to his left, he heard a screech. He turned to see the dragonfly-like Anomaly writhing in pain as flames consumed it. Above the falling monster was Fye in her full form, a silver-coated hell-horse, the feathery tips of her wings and the bottom of her hooves ablaze with dark green fire. In this form, she can even breathe fire—the kind of fire second only to a wyvern’s own fiery breath in intensity. The Anomaly didn’t stand a chance.

I could tell she was going to erupt any time soon. “I told you she’s gifted, but Fiona said it was a lie.” “SHUT IT!” Fiona yelled, frightening the others. “She’s not gifted! She’s… There’s… I’ll show you all that there’s nothing special about her. Watch!” Angrily, she walked up to me and tried to take the cat out of my hold. Only for the kitty to hiss at Fiona, scratching her hand away from it’s side. “Ouch! You little monster!” She roared.

Kate lunged first. Her weight hit me like a raging storm, sending me skidding across the meadow. Pain rattled through my ribs, but the fire within me surged hotter, pushing me back on my paws. I met her strike with my own, claws glowing blue-gold, the night trembling as they clashed. Sparks erupted. Her laughter was wild, fierce. “Yes! That’s it—stop holding back!” And I did. For once, I didn’t question. I didn’t flinch. I let the storm inside me rise.

An ugly grin curled across her lips, unbeknownst to her that this fuelled Amethyst's indignation. Her eyes quickly glowed with a sparkling flame of ire as she continued to walk in Adelaide's direction. "Is it desperation? You just could not scratch the urge to lose that little, precious thing you have last?" The Dark Fey exclaimed with loathe — enough as she felt waves of hotness boiling all over her skin and veins. Her face was getting hot — she could feel it very well.

Feisty That was exactly how I would describe her and I wanted to see more of that. Now if that did not make me entirely a mad person then I don’t know what did.

The waitress jeered, “I am not sure what you are talking about, Miss. I am just taking an order from a very important guess.” Anaya scoffed. “I suggest you watch your tone while talking to my wife. Go find another server now. Out!” I yelled. She ran with her tail between her legs. As I stared at my fierce kitten, I remembered the girl who had dared to sass me that day at my office even when she was scared. She was sweet and innocent as a kitten. But she can also be fierce and strong, like a lioness. “You can loosen up, kitten. You have marked your territory,” I teased. The color on her face clearly showed her annoyance with the waitress.

Her reply seemed to dance on his tightly coiled nerves. He gritted his teeth, mustering every effort to mutter, "Calista." Calista tilted her head and continued mockingly, "You know, I'm as feisty as a wildcat at my age. How could I ever survive without men in my life?"

She had a way with me and I wondered if she knew it. "I'm not hungry!" she proclaimed, cocking her head to the side. "What? Are you on a hunger strike or something?" "What? No!" "So what? Do you plan to starve yourself?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. My voice slightly raised due to frustration. "Yeah, why do you care?" Fuck! Her attitude! She had a comeback for everything. It's why I called her feisty. She had a mouth and she wasn't afraid to use it. I couldn't help but wonder what else that mouth could do.