Post Apocalyptic Female Novels & Stories

So why did her return suddenly make me feel as though something was being taken away from me? I finished bathing and changed into a simple dress before stepping out of my room. I had barely taken a few steps when I heard voices coming from Cairos’s study. I recognized his voice immediately. Then I heard that woman voice, I slowed down. I didn’t intend to listen, but something about the seriousness in her voice made me stop. “I went after the apocalypse,” She said quietly. “I tried to reach you, Cairos, but there was no way to communicate with anyone. Everything had collapsed, and I didn’t know where you were.”

"I'll take Adrian, Elena, Maya, and a squad of ten soldiers. That's all I need." Daniel stared at me. "That's suicide." "Trust me." I smiled. "I know what I'm doing." The raid was brutal. But we succeeded. We cleared the sector. We saved hundreds of survivors. We brought them back to the base. The legend grew. Scarlett Vale, the Reaper. The woman who could kill a thousand infected with her bare hands. The woman who could sense danger before it arrived. The woman who had come back from the dead to save the world. I walked through the base.

Blood was speckled over every piece of skin I could see. "Nice place y'all got here." The woman announced, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Smells like supper time." I glanced at her. The woman was a little rough around the edges with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but it was women like her that would survive the apocalypse. When I stayed quiet, she filled the silence. "I'm Janette. Janette Malone. I don't know your man's name, but I know yours. He was hollering for you all day. I'm glad that's over."

I haven't been with anyone since before the apocalypse started about seven months ago, and I wish there was someone here that could be as interested in me as I am in them. Many of the other survivors have paired up to pass the time together in bed, but without protection to go around, I'm not interested in risking pregnancy at the end of the world. Already we have four pregnant women here, and they require more food and water than the rest of us, and they're slower and much more vulnerable. Not to mention the lack of doctors at the end of the world puts them in a dangerous position when it comes time to deliver. "We have to keep as much hope alive as possible. It's the only way we survive th

I’ll protect you. The chemistry between the three of them tightened painfully. Love. Trust. Betrayal. None of it simple anymore. Icarra descended into the chamber alone. The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the doors slammed shut behind her, darkness swallowed everything, then silver light exploded around her. A female figure appeared. Tall. Ethereal. Beautiful beyond comprehension. The Moon Goddess. Icarra fell to one knee instinctively, the goddess approached slowly, silver eyes identical to Icarra’s studied her carefully.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

Before leaving, she leaned close to Dewangga’s ear and whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Enjoy the spotlight tonight, Dewangga. Because starting tomorrow… I’ll be the one turning off every light in your life.” She walked away, leaving Dewangga trembling with rage and humiliation under the camera flashes that now captured his expression of defeat. As he watched her retreating figure, one terrifying realization dawned on him— The woman he once oppressed was no longer his prey. Serena had become a lion again. And this time, he was on her hunting list. That night, every entertainment headline carried one dominant story:

“So what happened last night?” “Magic, sir,” Joan laughed. The Deputy frowned. “What?” “Yes, sir. Magic—wolf magic. Ethan here was the eyewitness.” He winked at me. My blood boiled. “What happened, Ethan?” the Deputy asked. I hesitated. The words felt heavy, dangerous. But keeping them in felt worse. Maybe he'll believe. “Last night, I saw some wolves,” I began slowly. “I tried to capture them. But one of them—one particular wolf—even after being shot, survived. Then it… changed. Into a woman.”

She swallowed hard, knowing she was probably doomed. If this was poison, she thought, at least it would be a quick escape from the pain. Dominic then entered and beat her mercilessly. Her face and body covered in bruises, she lay weakly, not caring what was carved into her face. She lay weakly on the ground. Even the slightest movement felt like her organs were being twisted, the pain almost making her pass out. She despaired, sure Ulrik wouldn't save her. Once the first female Gamma, she now faced a miserable end.

, she set her mortar and pestle aside and brushed off her apron. Irritated or not, he knew she would never turn up her nose at business. Money was not to be sneezed at, not in those Days. And, for Sarai, there should have been nothing Dangerous about a visitor. A human soldier was no threat to a woman who was also a werewolf, and Napoleon’s rise to power had interrupted that other, more Dangerous, warfare. The few witchblood families left in Europe had quit killing each other at last, forced instead to protect themselves from the ravages of more munDadne fighting. She had no reason to worry, and she couldn’t hear Asil’s frantic attempts to warn her. The door opened, and for a moment, Asil sa