Food Wars Characters Female Novels & Stories

She stole a glance at Emerald who was only quietly eating her meal with the fork and knife. She grimaced at the sight. She didn't know how her friend was ok with having to eat only little bits of such celestial goodness one at a time. She was the ‘grab the food and stuff your face by hand’ type of girl unlike her friend, who was quite formal about almost everything. “You still haven't told me about your day, Mera,” she tapped her index finger against her chin as she contemplated watching Wonder Woman of 1984 or The Croods but finally decided against it before scrolling through and stuffing her mouth again.

She glanced up at me. “Okay, let’s get to know each other.” Laila smiled a little, and I paused. “My name is Laila, and I’m a vegetarian.” She said it with a small, innocent smile, but my eyes went wide. I was... shocked. “But...” I gaped like a fish. “I like... meat.” The Moon Goddess gave me a mate who’s a vegetarian? Unheard of, right? “Jeez, I don’t judge. Please, eat meat. I’m not one of those fanatics who thinks meat-eaters are demons or something. Just don’t try to tell me that I need meat because ‘how will I get iron in my system otherwise?’”

, I said and paused again. I was trying to study them properly and pick out anyone I do not find worthy to partake in the war, I didn't want anyone to mess things up for me. I looked all over the girls and they were good to go, they all had this fierce look on their faces and they were all ready to fight and win, but not to fight to the death. I tried to concentrate on their heartbeats, it was all stable and I was okay with my female warriors. I sighed deeply.

I ignored their sentences and flashed them a small smile, “where's the maid who prepares the pack warrior's meal?” At the same time, a young girl walked towards me, “It is I, Alpha Rhys.” she whispered, lowering her gaze. One, she didn't dare to look or stare at me. She shivered slightly and continued tapping her feets on the ground. I folded my arms and flashed another smile, “raise your head, little one.” I whispered, making my voice as soft as the touch of the breeze against one's face, “Are you the only one who prepares the meal of the pack warriors? I want you to answer truthfully or else, I'm not sure of what might happen to you”

She pulled on her coat and turned to face me with a closed lipped smile. “Ready?” I asked her, “Ready” she nodded. Picking up our bags, we headed out into the cold and to the dining hall. Elaine and the three other warriors were already there eating breakfast, accompanied by Alpha Hina. We dropped our bags by the door and walked over to the table of women. With the five of them sitting there in close proximity, the large picnic table looked like a child’s playset. Hina is tall and muscular but, Elaine, she has a very large frame for a she-wolf. Her short black hair melted into the base of her thick neck and wide set shoulders paved the way for her large bosom and square torso. She towered ov

No violence. Just life. I thought I’d hear howls and screams. Bones breaking. Wolves tearing each other apart. That’s what I’d been taught. But this? They looked like people. I pulled back, unsettled. This had to be a trick. And yet… part of me wondered if this was what peace could look like. But peace wasn’t an option. Not for someone named Vale. Later—an hour? Three?—a knock came. A woman stepped inside. Broad-shouldered, short dark curls, guarded green eyes. She carried a tray of food and water, placing it on the table without a word.

Raina has felt powerful standing side by side with Kian, Sebastian, and the rest of Delta class as Crimson Moon’s indestructible Beta. She had carved a path that utilized her skillset as a weapon. That was and is where she felt at her element. As she stood before Kian and Sebastian watching the wolves she fought with and seeing their expressions, she started to understand that she was still a weapon. Mia, although not a traditional warrior, was still considered a weapon. She had infiltrated their pack with her appearance, charms, resourcefulness, and secretiveness.

Trisha said with a smile, she was one of the younger omegas who opted to take up kitchen duty than join the warriors, though omegas are still trained to defend themselves, their training is not as intense as ours. “We knew you two would come asking for food when you skipped lunch” Vanessa chuckled putting two plates of sandwiches and fries while Trisha place two cans of soda. “Oh, thank you, I was dying of hunger, you two ladies, were sent from the goddess herself to save me” I said making the whole kitchen staff laugh. “Trevor feed me” I said opening my mouth, “I have my own stomach to feed” he said popping a fry into his mouth, “but I‟m too tired and so weak from the hunger” I said putting

There are only a handful of female fighters who could best me in the whole pack, and they’re the Combat Masters who train us. Surprisingly, Bridget is a decent fighter. I guess it’s her Beta Female blood that means fighting and physical fitness comes quite naturally to her. But she’s lazy, and more interested in her make-up and nails, so I’ve bested her every time we have fought, inside and outside of training. Hannah arrives with our food just as The Populars are leaving, giggling. “What was that all about?” She asks, sliding me my tray full of burger and fries. “Oh, just Bitchet being Bitchet, nothing new.”

He always had a soft spot for kids. “Well, let’s get going then.” Zara shot me a lopsided grin and shoved her hands in her jacket’s pockets. Zara was a vivacious breath of fresh air. She was an open book and reminded me a bit of Harriet and Iris. Zara was the only female pack warrior. It took a while for Zara to get on the squad, even though she was a stronger fighter than some of the men. Apparently, it caused quite the stir with some of the warriors and regular pack members. After all, Zara made history being their first female warrior ever.