Female Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

Even Ambrose was starting to get a little tired of options at getting her power to show itself. "This is useless." Sephora yelled at the red dirt of the fighting pit. Dressed in her favorite fighting leathers, that she now wore on a daily basis. Gone were the casual clothes and beautiful dresses, and in their stead was thick tunics, leather trousers and wool lined boots. Winter was here. Ambrose sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking rather tired and frustrated. "Ok, well at least we know that ice doesn't trigger your Soulborn power..." He shrugged, but his face betrayed his defeat.

They brought the racks of clothes in making my jaw drop how can Apollo even ask a store to bring all the best dresses and shoes just for a few girls? We all begin to fit clothes, I ended up choosing a black and red of the shoulder dress with a belt in the middle to draw the attention away from my stomach. The black was floor length while the red came over almost like a cape of some sort. I decided to wear black pumps and a red and black mask. The rest of the girls either got long black dresses or short black dresses. Once we got our outfits we went up to shower and finished. Apollo informed us to meet him at the ball and here all the girls are on our way in his limo.

She spoke with difficulty. "Zack, leave your gear behind." I began laughing. It wasn't until my tears came out that I stopped. Then, I nodded. "Alright. All yours." I started removing my gear. My tactical vest, combat knife, backpack, food, and water. As I threw them, each piece landed onto the ground with a loud metallic clink. Emilia turned away, afraid to look at me. But Dustin's eyes lit up, staring at the pile of gear like a starving wolf eyeing meat.

- Elder Council* Dammit. I groan, tossing my phone aside. The funeral was yesterday. What more do they want now? However, defying the elders means risking further banishment. Or something even worse. After climbing out of the bed, I brush my teeth, have a quick bath, and then fish out an outfit of defiance. I put on the outfit: A black leather jacket over a tight tank top that hugs my breasts, with dark jeans that accentuate my thick body curves. If I am going to face the elders today, I might as well do it while looking like the survivor I have become and not as the broken omega they exiled.

Alex POV I walk to my bedroom feeling very frustrated with Mason. Why would he do that. I was kidding about the whole Jason thing. He doesn't always have to be so damn possessive. I just got so damn mad when he spoke about those girls. I now realise that he felt the same way last night. I walk over to the closet and walk in and straight my underwear drawer. I get a comfortable and cute pair of baby blue panties and a matching bra. I put on some light washed jean shorts and a loose black hoodie crop-top with no sleeves. I blow dry my hair and make some loose curls with the wand. Looking in the mirror, I am satisfied with my look and I walk out.

This hairdo made her feel bad-ass and battle-prepared. Marigold sauntered in, and the feral wolves parted at the far end of the arena to let her pass. She had changed into a flare-red dress; the skirt flowed out in an asymmetrical waterfall with the hem higher in the front. Marigold wore white legging underneath with high tanned laced-up leather boots. If Nueva had gotten the memo, she would have worn her Fay body armour dress to match this fairy tale outfit. "I don't want to fight you!" Nueva called out over the loud cheers for the Rogue's heroine.

Amelia stuck her head around the door and, seeing me at my desk, smiled as she came into the room. I almost said something as I saw how she was dressed. She’d done her makeup dark, with almost a goth princess look despite her delicate features and blonde hair. Her lipstick was a dark blue to match her eyeshadow, and she was wearing a navy bra underneath a black fishnet top that I knew intimately tucked down into a crotch to keep it tight to her body. She was wearing a tight, black leather skirt that ended above her knees, and a chrome and black belt at her waist. Black platform boots with some chrome buckles finished the look.

A crime. The fabric itself looks like it cannot contain her. I didn’t know humans could be attractive in form like this. I shut my eyes until minutes later when Ozaiah speaks. "Your majesty?" I open them and there she stands Akemi—clothed in a pastel pink garment we call Moon robe. It is gorgeous, it does nothing to conceal the beauty of her Aphrodite body. It drapes over her like a veil over a feat, the kind of sinful curves that makes my teeth ache. A shame.

he said. Ten minutes later we exited the store, me dressed in a new outfit from head to toe. I felt like a new person. I looked down at myself and nearly laughed aloud. It was so not me. I had gone from wearing all Salvation Army to being decked out in a series of pastels: lime green jeans, a pink tee-shirt, a light purple, cashmere sweater, and a lime green Kiera coat. It’s not like I had much of a choice: it was the only store open, and it was all that they had left this time of year in my size. The coat hugged me firmly, and had an inner pocket just big enough to hold my journal, which I transferred from my other jacket. For shoes, I’d bought gold, sequined flats. I could have been in a L