Female Dr Strange Novels & Stories

She praised as I took breaths in between while punching the girl I was sparring with. "Okay, how about we bring our elite warriors then?" She said as she mindlinked someone from the pack. And that's when twelve ladies wearing grey chest armors came forth, and I almost fainted when I saw the female doctor with them. "She's also a warrior?" I asked in disbelief. I mean, I didn't know her, but seriously. Since when did a wolf have two careers. "Oh, right,I forgot to inform you," She sheepishly looked at me and continued "Yes she is, Max allowed her to train the newbies since she's also one of our best here and it will definitely benefit her if she gets attacked while on duty."

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.

Beautiful. "This is my mate, Jenny. And Jenny, this is Alison," Ezra introduced us quickly. I smiled at her and she came forwards. She hugged me tightly, and my beast purred some more. She liked this female already. "So you're the girl that Ez never stops talking about. You feel so strong," Jenny said with a smile as she pulled away. I smiled and nodded at her and Ezra scoffed. "I don't talk about her all the time," Ezra retorted, even though he looked guilty. Jenny just rolled her eyes at him and I giggled softly.

Childhood accident Reconstructive surgical seam The Eyes Grief-stricken blueDilated via neural-integration The Posture Fragile/Trembling Combat-ready/Centered The Goal ReconciliationExtraction of the Van Dyne Ring "The Director was right about you, Ethan," the woman said, her voice dropping the Sarah-cadence and becoming the cold, sharp rasp of a Trident "Weaver." "You were always too sentimental to be a King." She didn't try to fight us both. She dived for the Faraday box. "No!" Ethan roared.

I just remained standing. “I also don’t know Jey. I can’t explain what I’m feeling because I don’t know. I used to loathe Khali, but now I find myself liking her. Then..." she drawled and looked down at her fidgeting fingers on her desk. I didn’t speak and waited for her to continue. She gulped, and when she met my gaze, a tear was on the verge of escaping her eyes. My eyes widened, and I got a little panicky, so I sat down in the chair in front of her desk right away. I grabbed for her hand, which was cold to the touch. She's trembling. “She’s… she’s someone I don’t know. She's charming, gentle, infuriating, arrogant, and charismatic all at the same time. But she's terrifying; she frightens

A slender figure walked on air in front of those giant dragons. She was in a long fiery red dress with dragon images embroidered on it. She had a beautiful face and a slender figure but appeared aloof with a condescending aura. Gasp! What a terrifying power! Everyone felt suffocated by the lady's aura. It was her! Darryl stared at the figure blankly; he was both surprised and excited. The woman in the long red dress was one of the Four Great Dragon Envoys of the Divine Dragon Clan, Sheryl Wonda.

"Easier said than done. If it was that easy, you should have come and do it by yourself. She is not the type to be taken down easily." The female voice responded. I couldn't recognize the voice. Whom were they talking about? Who do they want to bring down? "Really. She is a fucking woman like you. Amora is just like you. I need results as soon as possible." I darted back, with my hand going to my mouth, with every shock wave in my body activated. Amora? They are planning to take me down? Who are these people? Where did they come from? Was there a mole in my pack?

"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."

Isn't she stupid to have trusted her? "I... I... Don't want to go again," She wanted to yell, but her voice rather comes out in a whisper, and her eyes slowly widen in shock as she wonders what was wrong with her. Finally, Astrid turns around to face her. She removes the hoodie cap from her head, revealing her deadly face but the person is not Astrid... It's another woman entirely. Someone she has never met all her life. "Wh...who are you?" She stutters nervously, terrified by the sight before her. Slowly, the strange woman's smirk slowly widens into an evil grin, as her eyes turn bright yellow with a touch of greenish color.

He seemed to be in his 50s and spoke in a cool, measured voice. "I am Morgan Drache, head of the East Veridian Drache family. The woman in your arms is a remnant of the Greene family. This woman has brought disaster to the martial world and was once a public enemy of Holtrien's martial community. Please hand her over to us, and we will be eternally grateful!" Though his tone was polite, there was no mistaking the cold authority and pressure hidden beneath his words.