Female Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

Fallon My army prepares as we wait for the blood moon to clear the velvety sky. Adjusting my black armor, I look at Brielle. She’s standing quietly behind me, wearing a black tank top and yoga pants that mold to her body like a second skin. She had to tell me what each item was because I had never seen such garments. I don’t know why Lilith dressed her in such a manner. But then again, Lilith is also dressed in a similar ensemble, except that hers is red.

Feeling wrinkled like a raisin, Esper drained the tub and quickly rinsed herself off in the shower. The female vampire walked to her closet stark naked, debating what to wear for her date with Seraph. After trying on several outfits, Esper picked a pair of black, jean high waisted shorts, a matching black halter top, a teal off the shoulder sweater with the phrase "Horror" printed in dripping letters, black thigh high socks, and matching teal high top wedges. To finish off her look, she pulled her long silver hair into a messy bun and walked to her personal library.

Standing in front of the pile of newly unpacked down jackets, I snapped a photo of myself eating meat, with the stack of winter gear clearly visible behind me. A friend request from Delilah came through. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I accepted it. The video call came instantly. She was screaming the moment it connected. "Where the hell are you?! Where did you get all those clothes?! Get them to me right now! I’m ordering you, did you hear me?!" Her lips were purple from the cold, and her face pale. Wrapped in a thin blanket, she shivered violently inside the villa. Right in front of her, I picked up an expensive down jacket and calmly wiped the dust off my shoes with it, then

" We should start getting ready and establishing positions right now. We don't have time to relax anymore. By the time Drakoen arrives, we should be ready to defend ourselves." Alexa nodded her head in agreement. " Yes. Let's make an announcement and get the girls ready." Both of them parted ways to go and prepare themselves for what was coming. Alexa went to her room and immediately went to get her clothes. The clothes she never thought she would wear again. Her battle clothes. They were in a dark trunk she kept under bed. She knelt beside her bed and reached for the trunk from under it. The trunk had been sealed for a long time, it even gathered dust. Alexa wiped away the dust before openi

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

But somehow… Exposed. The leather traced every curve, every dip and swell, leaving nothing to the imagination while denying the comfort of modesty. Each strap she tightened felt like a line being drawn, not just around her body, but around the person she used to be. Village girl. Sister. Survivor. This outfit didn’t allow for softness; it carved her into something sharp. Apollo stepped closer as she adjusted the last strap, one hand reaching out to tug a buckle into place at her hip. His fingers lingered a fraction longer than necessary.

But thinking about Arizona helping her out and turning against them, have to be the most absurd hope she couple possibly muster! There is no way in hell and beyond that Arizona would just want to help her out most especially from her allies. It is over for her..... Amber's Auburn hair was pulled up in a pony and, just like Anastasia, she wasn't in her uniform either. Instead, she wore a leather short skirt and a deep blue sweater that perfectly matched the colour of her very deep blue-, greenish eyes. A chain belt encircled her thin waist and leather boots were worn. Her lips were tainted with black lipstick and her lashes were long and thick, accentuating her perfectly cat-eye-shaped eyes.

It was the same brown potato sack material that I'd worn in the dungeon for the last month however instead of a dress it appeared to be a long top and some straight leg pants. Lewis turned his back away from me respectfully as I sighed, taking the outfit from the lady. I slipped the top on first over my now entirely naked torso and groaned. The material was indeed the scratchy fabric I had grown accustomed to, the bottom of the top rested on the skin between my knees and hips on my now also naked thighs. The top was sleeveless showing both my graffiti scar and my self harmed scar, each scar rested almost perfectly on each of my forearms. I couldn't help but also notice the large amount of fi

I took a step after her to apologise, but a slow clap echoed through the perimeter Mariel. She sauntered into the clearing, wearing an outfit that was designed for combat but screamed vanity—tight black pants, a cropped top that showed off her chiseled abs, and bracers polished to a gleam. Her dark hair was braided in a crown around her head. She looked like she’d walked off the page of some story about war maidens and heartbreak. “You running from a fight?” she asked, voice slick as oil. I turned to her fully, rolling my shoulders. “I’d rather kill myself.”

We’re following the women like two lost fucking puppies as they move from one store to the next. The guards keep taking turns carrying the parcels to the SUVs, and I start to worry there won’t be enough space. “Oh My God!” I hear Ana gasp, and my eyes flick to the outfit she’s staring at. I walk closer, taking in the net and bejewled body suit the mannequin is wearing. There are little strips of fabric covering the breasts and pelvic area. It’s fucking sexy. My eyes flick back to Ana’s face, and I start to shake my head.