Post Apocalyptic Female Novels & Stories

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

We only had warriors train before the attack after the attack that changed. We had to asked for help from one of the largest pack in the U.S. we were falling apart and Sammy was not in a good place after his dad died. We made many changes the Alpha from Pine Mountain is extremely smart and knowledgeable. The Beta and about a dozen warriors were sent to train us and help rebuild. We found out that the Alpha is actually the first female Alpha and she even has the Goddesses chosen mark. She made suggestions on moving some things to make the pack more protected. We also completely changed the patrols as they were not strong and had many week points.

He smiled up at me and I smiled as well, while raking his hair. The fact that he liked me. That sounded good. I didn't know someone like me. "Why is it that, there are more females in your pack than males? I mean..." I looked around as we continued to walk ahead. "I have only seen more females than Males and why did Amora proclaim herself as Alpha?" Proclaiming herself as Alpha, was okay because there were females who ruled as Alpha but the fact that she was ruling and males were not in the pack, makes it quite off to me.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

My own access status, still glowing green at the bottom of the screen. It wasn’t large. That, more than anything, made it strange. Not a headquarters. Not a corporate campus. A small, independent communications and monitoring station, tucked somewhere quiet enough that I’d never once heard its name mentioned in my entire life. *Why would a woman who supposedly left behind an unremarkable little company need something like this?* Independent power. Backup communication equipment. Multiple channels. Secure storage. A private network connection separate from anything public. Ongoing maintenance contracts that had never lapsed.

Ability users’ strength also diminishes when it is used constantly. That is why they need zombie cores to replenish their energy. But in her case, she can drink water from the fountain. She sat down closely beside Adrian and looked at the man in front of her. As expected, there was a calculating glint in his eyes, others may not notice it but she has seen all kinds of people in the apocalypse. She had learnt to be a better judge of character or at least expressions. Even if the man in front of her was expressionless she knew for sure that he was planning something.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

And she knew what was coming. The world was shifting. Cracks forming. The apocalypse wasn't a maybe — it was already unfolding like a slow burn, too quiet to notice until it screamed. Selene didn't care about the end of the world. Only about Aria surviving it. So she built safehouses. Stocked weapons. Hid gear in abandoned buildings across the city. She mapped escape routes, memorized police patterns, paid off engineers to maintain power grids in dead zones. All of it was for Aria. Always her.

Among the desperate and the dying, she was known as the woman who would stitch up an Orc’s jagged gash or treat a human’s infection without asking for the payment she knew they didn't have. Marcus, standing ten feet away with his hand on the rusted door of their armored truck, had once been a promising architecture student. But now, he has only built excuses. Rhea had met him in the early months of the collapse. For three years, they had been a pair or so she had convinced herself. But the apocalypse had a way of eroding a man’s foundation, turning solid stone into shifting sand. "He’s alive, Marcus," Rhea grunted, her muscles screaming in protest as she heaved the massive, unconscious stran