Post Apocalyptic Female Novels & Stories

“And in local news, a horrifying murder occurred in Anacostia this evening. Police just recently discovered the mutilated body of a sex worker in a dumpster on Good Hope Road. Commuters are advised to avoid the area, as the scene is closed to the public. Her identity is unknown, but her body shows evidence of brutal assault. The case is under intensive investigation. If you have any information, please contact local authorities.” The book shook in my hands. I cursed, slamming it shut. “You just won't tell me what I need to know, will you?” I said darkly. The book stirred, spine shivering. Surprised, I traced the stacked pages. A paper cut me. I winced, watching a bead of blood for

The urge to puke suddenly hit me like waves on a river bank and I involuntary emptied my guts on one of Sun's friends who screamed like she had been scalded. Some guards instantly rushed inside the room and the girl was taken out of the room. Serves her right, though Sun could have been a better victim. I felt better after throwing up and quietly left the suffocating room for some fresh air unnoticed. I could still feel the effect of whatever drink I was given as I staggered towards the balcony. The musk scent of pine filled my nostrils and I stopped in my tracks, I could already feel my wolf awakened and prancing about in my head, a single word on her lips.

, 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 met with her in the restroom and I think she figured out who I am so we need to act fast" "We need to get you to somewhere safe" Maya said "Who can we trust?" "I would have preferred Jaeleah but I doubt if she knows how to control her powers yet" "Then Yana would be the best for now" Miss Peyton said and Maya nodded in agreement * Amber's bones continued to crack and she screamed in pains but nobody noticed her because they were facing theirs. Jaeleah and Liza realized what was going on with her but were surprised as they were not expecting her to experience it.

I huddled closer to his hard wall of muscled chest, a feeling of overwhelming security enveloping me. I felt myself being lowered onto the bed gently but I clung blindly to him and he ended up joining me on the bed. I smile satisfactorily and drift off into darkness. ~ Abel's POV. I picked her up before she touched the ground, the poison is eating away at her at an alarming rate. We are unable to get her to proper care, and the little medications are of little help. We were supposed to be meeting another pack's Alpha today for help but her sickness acts up again.

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

If there is any information unused in this room, it’s them! Meph shoot his eyes open, dashing toward the wanted posters on the wall. They are different images of the same girl. Blue laced dress. Cute little red hoodie. It could easily be the little red riding hood, and one can only know that she is Alice after the information of the trial’s name was given. So now, knowing it’s Alice, what do the posters say? WANTED. WANTED. WANTED. All the posters are different periods of Alice, wearing the same dress, different hats, and in all kinds of positions. One even with only a leg taking up the whole picture. Expanded, maybe?

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

Which was probably why Rowan was still alive. "We've been through a lot." Eli laughed softly. "The apocalypse is cheating." "What does that mean?" "It means normal people don't trust each other this quickly." His smile faded slightly. "But nothing about this is normal." The afternoon passed quietly after that. People worked. The compound breathed. Life continued. For a few hours, it almost felt sustainable. Almost. As evening settled across the ridge, Evelyn climbed the tower stairs alone. The sky had darkened beneath thick clouds rolling in from the west.

Every detail was accounted for, every system optimized for efficiency. In the afternoons, she focused on her mental health. She read books from the library, practicing her meditation and journaling about her experiences. She wrote about her past life, her death, and her rebirth. She wrote about Julian, Brenda, and Chloe—their betrayals, their cruelty, their ultimate downfall. She wrote about her plans for the future, the world she intended to build in the aftermath of the apocalypse. The journaling was cathartic, a way to process her emotions and maintain her sanity.