Wild West Female Outlaws Novels & Stories

The was no social hierarchy, some of the wolves here didn't worship the moon goddess. And she became of them, she believes the moon goddess was unfair to her and cruel. The female rouges here didn't care all about wealth,power, beauty some of them had tattoos all over their body as the didn't fellow beauty standards. In the rouge pack Delaney realize she could be who she want without anyone judging her, And she felt good about that.

For days and days, she was trapped in the compartment with her guardian as the train chugged and swayed along its tracks. She thought sometimes how another opportunity of escape might present itself. She could be captured. The train, attacked by howling Indian braves, warriors all coppery-skinned with long black braids flying back from their sharp cheekbones and ebony eyes. Attacking the train, yes … scalping and slaughtering the men, but sparing the women. Such things were in the tales one heard of the Wild West. Innocent white women borne away, bound and captive. Emma pictured herself in the hands of a Comanche or Cherokee warrior-brave, him nearly naked, nothing but a deerskin breechclout

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Thank goodness.” Before Lily could protest, Daisy had ushered her into the kitchen. Lily and her companion made casual conversation as they both raided the kitchens. Daisy, who’d been born a rebel she-wolf rather than becoming one by circumstance or choice, confessed everything about life at Johnson Hollow Ranch. According to her, female rebels were less common than their male counterparts, particularly out in the western states, so having another woman to talk to was a treat.

Something in her stance, in the color of her attire, screams outlaw. My mind snaps back to the swift shadow that stumbled me in the woods. The same scent. The same threat. My eyes widen, golden with the wolf rising in me. Why is an outlaw here

“Let me be Sofie, you just want to be railed by his large wolf and you don't care that I'm being treated like… cattle! And he doesn't even grant me the dignity of chasing me. He wants me to do that too? Hell no!” “Well then what are we going to do? You heard the lady.” “You know? I don't know why I haven't thought about it but do you know where we are?” “In Iron Claw Pack?” “Yes yes but Iron Claw is a Pack in the West, one of the few regions where women can survive if they are stubborn enough and guess who's stubborn as hell?” “Um –” “Me!” I sang, getting off the bed. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like? I'm leaving this place.”

“You’re right…the rogues are all males and the Lunar Maidens are all females…because we are the same as you. We too had dared to make the mistake of loving the men that weren’t our mates and we all suffered the consequences.” “That’s why Malachi is sympathetic towards the rogues.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I knew Malachi would’ve tried his best to save Clay, now I was certain that he would do anything for Clay. It was the assurance that I needed. “But this only applies to the rogue near the Lindersay Castle.” Emma corrected me. “There are other rogues too, outside, in the world. Most wolves in the outside world become rogues because they disobeyed the Goddess or because their

Of course, he would do that. He was an asshole and not even sex would change him. Besides, what’d I think would happen? That my vagina will magically change him? “Why are we even talking about my brother? The Outlaws are throwing a party tonight and you are coming with me! You haven’t lived in this town if you have not been to an outlaw party!” What the hell else do I have to lose? “Hell yeah! Let’s do it!” LATER THAT NIGHT The Outlaws were a special kind of wild. Their members were far more unruly than the Ryders. As soon as I stepped into their warehouse, the heavy smell of drugs knocked me off my feet. Weed, cocaine, alcohol, you name it was all over the place.

He took off again, running through the woods towards the sound of rushing water. When we came to the river, the first thing we all saw were the group of moose drinking from the stream. They looked peaceful, safe. But they were in for a huge surprise. My beast bit back a growl. She was hungry and she was determined to get ourselves a nice and juicy moose for the pack. It would show everyone that we are capable of killing something too. "The females get the first kill. Go ahead ladies," Henry said, nudging his mate forwards. She looked back at Lila, Brayleigh and I.

Sure enough, there was the woman with Satan’s most notorious, nefarious reputation, and in this place, that was really saying something. Vixen was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times. She was the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s whore… and she was smiling sweetly at Scars, whilst wearing very little at all, as usual. The woman was smokily and sexily gorgeous, about that there was no doubt, but she had that brazen, aggressive, unpolished beauty of a wild creature. There was nothing demure or elegant or wallflower about Vixen as she carried out her waitressing duties. She was, to her core, an MC bar b