Female Among Us Character Novels & Stories

She’s the only female outside the designated section, except, no, as I scan the area, I see she’s not. There’s another female at the other end of the row, plain faced with a long braid. She’s wearing a cloak, too, but hers is a vibrant red. The Quarry Pack beta, Tye, sits to her right. I recognize a few of their other fighters, Ivo and Gael, standing behind her. She must be their new alpha female, the one with the bad leg. “How about you look at your mate, and I look at mine, eh?” Killian’s voice booms in my ear.

"It's just one man standing that's needed not the whole of us, right?" He said nothing. In response, the elite soldier walked away from me. I knew I'd have a problem using the same mess room with the others. I couldn't have them knowing that I was a woman, and not a man. I realized that I would have to take my injury to my hideout and wait for it to heal instead. I stumbled out and sat on one of the benches. Rand watched me like a curious hawk. "Need my help?" he asked. I sat so that I could see him coming. "You could help me by stop watching me."

But then, if she’s not from Ezekiel nor my parents, is it sensible to trust her? “I will suggest you trust no one ma’am,” I jolt at the sight of a petite ginger-haired female smiling weirdly at me. “Permit me to be informal, I’m Daniela, a recessive omega, just like you.” Okay…is she expecting me to smile back at her or what? Does she want to relate to me or what? These maids are truly weird. The first one came in with a cold demeanor, blurting about saving me and then this…

"Order." He struck the gavel three times. This time, no one dared to make a sound. "Jointly certified by the Council's Medical Department and the High Coven of Witches…" His voice came through the microphone, tinged with a rare, faint tremor. "Alpha Raven is confirmed to be, biologically, female." He brought the gavel down with finality. "The accusation of 'rape' is biologically impossible." His voice boomed through the sound system, reaching every corner of the werewolf world.

Alice knew that she was definitely outnumbered in this situation she feel foolish for having not paid attention and now she had about four guys to deal with. She spread her legs to give herself some balance but her system was slowly falling to the drug that they had slipped into her drink and it will not be long before she just collapsed and they did whatever they wanted with her at this moment she felt alone she has been alone for a long time for the past 3 years but the fact that it was made so obvious made her heart Clinch a bit but she would not go down without a fight.

"Do you have her?" "Her? Which her?" "Djinn." Kolya slowed to a stop. "I was led to believe that Djinn was a man." "No. Djinn is a woman. An American woman." Kolya whirled toward the office. "Wait," he bellowed. "Sir?" His man leaned out the door. "Wyatt, keep him. Kill the others." The hacker was a woman. An American woman running an intel op right under their noses.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

As if it were a phase that everyone would go through. “This is Sera Mckenna,” a woman spoke through her earpiece. She had fiery red hair and eyes. Flames danced around her wrists before fading. As the flames died, her hair became a blonde color. Her eyes also turned blue. “We have secured the civilians that got caught up in the conflux zone.” She ended the call with that.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

“…what?” She rolls her eyes and stands, sauntering toward me in her silk nightgown. “Don’t stare at me like that,” she says, her tone sharp and cold. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with a pushover like you. Don’t make me stick your head in the toilet again. Got it?” I just… stand there. What. The actual. Hell. In the book, Elara was sweet. Kind. The quiet heroine who saved everyone.