Hetalia Female America Novels & Stories

"Don't blame me then." A woman in black robes walked out from behind her. "This is the witch I've hired. She can use dark magic to synchronize your memories with everyone present. Once the dark magic begins, your body will feel like it's being torn apart and there will be no chance to stop." I instantly snapped back to reality and struggled desperately, making the chains on my hands and feet clank loudly. I screamed, "No, no! Don't share my memories!" Sienna sneered, strangling my neck and saying viciously, "Do you know why I fought so hard to become the Alpha Female, even going so far as to kill my loser brother?"

The man supplied the fake name he had used in booking his room. Mary smiled seductively at him and replied to him. "Okay Adam." She said with a sexy voice and winked at him. "Do you want to see me tonight after your return? In your room to have me all to yourself?" She added ignoring those around her as she pointed to her big cleavage which she opened a little bit by the time she had finished her statements. She was a beautiful lady and has the shape of eight(8) that guys would love to date her.

Hanna I don’t know where she spawned from, but the interruption is welcomed. “Logan!” she says cheerily, latching onto his arm like a leech. But of course—she was the chosen one by the Alpha of Evergreen Pack. His chosen mate and Luna. As I look her over, I’d say she hasn’t changed at all. No, she’s gotten more gorgeous these last five years. The crop top and yoga pants she has on shapes her hourglass figure perfectly, and her ash blonde hair cascades past her long neck in delicate waves. The heavens must’ve kissed her radiant face to bestow her angelic features—almond eyes, a perfect nose, and small, pouty lips. She’s so perfect it’s like her sweat glands decided to take a break.

Oh, fuck my life! The men are all huge, similar size to dad. Some of rough housing, some sitting around either chatting or reading. “Alphas!” I jump slightly as I watch them all run to line up by their beds. Looking ahead. “We have a new recruit. Let me introduce you to Alpha Dahlia Blackwood, the future alpha of Venom Fang, and the first female Alpha of Alpha’s.” Well, shit! They all snap their gazes at me and I feel the need to run and hide in a closet. The disgust in some of their eyes makes it clear I am not meant to be here. Some look at me with curiosity and concern, well great!

another snapped. “He totally fell for me. I mean, look at this dress!” the first girl said, twirling. “You’re pathetic,” her friend hissed. “Keep dreaming and pray the DIVAS don’t hear you, or you’ll be digging your own grave.” Another voice jumped in. “He was looking at me..a girl with a weird makeup spat!” “Zion’s the one I’m after,” someone else chimed. “No way Army’s my guy tonight,” a short girl said, laughing.

Izzy has been falling on swords her whole life, now it’s my turn to do it for her. The man before me goes silent as his eyes glaze over lazily, which from my experience means he’s contacting someone. A moment later his eyes return to normal, and he focuses on me, “Our Alpha has agreed to speak with you. I’ll escort you to her office.” HER? Did he say HER? I didn’t know there were any female Alphas in North America. I know of some in Norway and Sweden and places like that, but not in North America, and especially not the in the United States, land of the free, home of the woman haters. Suddenly my chances of being listened to just went up.

she bows her head in shame. “Never mind that,” Tina says, waving her hand in dismissal. “Just tell me what you were saying, maid. About the omega and the female alpha being the same. Are you sure of this?” She stays quiet for a moment as she tries to figure out what to say in response. “Well…” she begins hesitantly. “I’m almost certain. But not 100%. I just feel their resemblance is uncanny. Nobody has heard from the female alpha in some time and now this omega shows up with a similar face. I just find it odd is all.”

"You have no business here, Alpha." I got up and walked towards her. Her set face and stance made me know she wasn't going to tell me anything. So, I called up my alpha powers. My eyes flashed red and hers were yellow. Her claws extended from her hands, and before she could attack me again, I grabbed her neck and said in the Alpha's voice, "Stop!" It worked. That meant she must have been an Omega of a pack and being long for by her. Alpha that she couldn't withstand the command of another Alpha. She topped writling. I let her go and grabbed a seat.

As she drew nearer, the boys paid more attention to her, ready to pounce on her like the hungry lions they were, hungry for power and dominance. “Stop,” one of them said to her. She stopped, but just because she couldn’t go any further since they were in her way. “What do you want?” the one who commanded her to stop asked. His blonde hair seemed to be making his head swell – most blonde boys in American high schools were worshiped for a reason unknown to the Asian girl – because the smug smile on his face gave that impression. “Isn’t what I want obvious? I want to get some food,” Anna retorted. The look on the faces of her attackers was priceless if she had the time to appreciate that look.

I said Shakily. "Please call me Amelia, at least when no one's there to avoid you getting into trouble with Logan or my Dad and besides I'm not the Alpha yet, so back to my question" she said staring up at me, it's only then that I realized I'm taller than she is which is weird as Omegas are generally small in size. "I umm .. I have been taking secret lessons, but I can only hold my own against a regular rank wolf at a time". I replied.