Wild West Female Outlaws Novels & Stories

The rogue cried in pain and despair but started coughing hard. I pulled my nail out and stood up abruptly. At the same time, a warrior threw a bucket full of wolfsbane on his body once again. I marched out of the room as a storm was going on in my mind. The rogue screamed again, but his screams didn’t reach my ears. The Mountain Peak… The place where women were seen as a pleasure thing, not as human beings. Many men assaulted a woman at the same time without showing any mercy. Their screams, their tears, and their agony has no meaning for any person going there.

Adaline Point of View "So," Gowdie gives me a look. "We created the Flowers. Women who could have a little bit of our power, who could be our fist of vengeance, or whatever we want them to do. These women were carefully selected, the one before Lily was an orphan, the one before that was grieving the loss of her daughter, another on was betrayed by her family, and Lily was a spoilt brat." "Vulnerable woman." I say, in realization and disgust.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

“I think that’s what my mother talked about with her neighbors” Then the chief tells them, “Don't worry, the reason I asked is that a female serial killer is on the loose and I think that’s where she is hiding alone. Now that we have the lead, we both get back to the department and plan about capturing here tomorrow”. After saying it, the chief and his junior were moved out from there, and the boys started to talk about the place and planned to cancel their tonight’s plan.

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

In Drake's home, at three in the morning. Avery's blood turned to ice. She slid out of bed and pulled on the shirt, not bothering with anything else. Her bare feet made no sound on the marble floor as she followed the voices toward the living room. Drake stood by the windows, still wearing only his dress pants from the night before, his back to her. Facing him was a woman. Blonde. Elegant. Wearing a black coat that probably cost more than Avery's monthly salary. Celeste. Avery recognized her from the photograph. The same sharp cheekbones. The same red lips. The same effortless beauty that made ordinary women feel plain.

"Her master tore her apart because she made the wrong tea." Jackie’s stomach twisted, her blood turning cold. She wasn’t innocent in her past life—she had seen and done things she wasn’t proud of—but killing someone over tea? That was a level of cruelty she couldn’t fathom. "There are wolves here who are beyond saving," Bianca continued, her tone hard. "Sadists who live for pain. What else would you expect from a pack of outlaws? Some were banished for crimes they never committed, but most of them… they’re the filth scraping the bottom of the barrel."

After showing the police that these people were friends, not foes, Caleb closed the door. The woman quickly donned a long, red wig, while the man covered his gray hair with a dark brown one. The woman eyed her for a moment and then gave an evasive smile. “I see now what’s got our boys stirred up. Haven't seen a marriageable one like you in a while.” “Who’s the rogue who’s killing the human females?” Diana asked, figuring if the woman knew she wouldn't tell her but that her response itself might give a clue. The woman snorted. “He’s a lone wolf. Got to be. Not one of the pack.”

Denver said. "Why isn't she saying anything?" Denver asked, not expecting an answer. From nowhere, a woman appeared. She looked quite ordinary and harmless. Not ugly but not a beauty either. "Is that what you call a witch? Looks too innocent for that title don't you think?" Delanie said. "Shut up!" I whispered. "It's better you listen to your sister." Helen said. "Why are you here?" Denver asked Helen. "Just a little unplanned visit." Helen answered with a wicked grin on her face.

All I hear is screaming surrounding me as I lay on the ground next to my dead father, mate, and son. Rouges had attacked our pack when we were the weakest. Half of the pack including most the warriors were attending a mating ball at the next territory over. We were outnumbered, which lead to most of those left, dead. I was beaten and bruised and left as the rouges cleared out after killing who they were after. My family. What they didn’t realize is that when they left, I was still alive and already making my plan on how to avenge my family. It was only two days after the attack that I was made Alpha and my journey as the first woman to be Alpha of the Lunar Moon Pack and run the pack