Yandere Females Novels & Stories

Her facial features radiated fury, heat, and bloodlust. They weren’t werewolves. Not Lycans either—but they shared similar traits. Their physiques surpassed wolves—powerful and dangerous. "She’ll be here soon," a masculine voice muttered. The redhead scoffed. She folded her arms under her chest and leaned against a tree. A swoosh of air swept between the patrollers as leaves danced in the energy trail. It was the female—Mari—the one who had been inside the Alpha’s house. She froze upon seeing the others.

Zayn’s hand paused for half a second, then stayed where it was. I slowly lifted my gaze to Reya. “Is there a point to this, or are you just talking to hear yourself speak?” She smiled thinly. “I’m just making conversation. Though I suppose not everyone values refinement. Some women prefer… brute strength.” Fernanda snorted into her drink. Reya ignored her. “It must be difficult, though. Acting like one of the warriors all the time. I can’t imagine many men would be drawn to that.” My grip tightened around my fork.

The pitch of the entire crowd’s muttering drops an octave. The males gathered closest to us part, revealing a phalanx of females led by a black she-wolf, a gray-haired female in her skin, and another female, maybe in her late thirties or early forties, who is somehow both furry and all woman at the same time. She looks like the NSFW character art that Kennedy downloads on her phone—so much butt and boobs and hips. My wolf draws herself up. She cowered like a pup in front of the males, but for some reason, she doesn’t want to show these females her neck. She’s trembling visibly, but she’s holding her head high.

What exactly was Xander planning to do? My question was answered when three tall females stepped forward. They all looked like wild animals that just got released and were tasty for blood. They looked like they've fought countless battles with the king and won. I could hardly call them females if not for their chest. Their faces were cold, their eyes cutting through me like a blade. Wait a minute? If I understand what was happening here…I think Xander wanted me to fight these women or rather wanted these women to fight me. Whatever way it was, I wasn't ready for it.

“That was all in good fun. I didn’t mean any harm by it.” “I’m sure you didn’t.” “So, are we good?” she asked. When she smiled, I understood why the males at the Academy had desired her. She was the poster girl for the male gaze—petite, sweet, beautiful enough to make you stop and stare. Kade wouldn’t have noticed, but I wondered if the females hated her. They probably did. I didn’t blame them. “Good night, Clara,” I said, spinning on my heels. “Night, Andy!” she called out.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

“Serves you right, you bastard. But on a serious note, stay away from Aya. She’s too young.” “I know, I will.” Zyane said in a hoarse whisper before turning to me with a smile."Well, at least I was right about your mate. She is a hell lot stronger than you." "Yeah, I kinda guessed that when I was chained to the wall in the cell opposite to yours," I said, grumpy to have been reminded. I mean, come on! You grow up in a patriarchal society, being reminded every step of the way that you are stronger than women, have more rights than them, and then you suddenly come face to face with someone who defies every rules, breaks all boundaries and makes you fall flat on your face. It takes time to adju

Be it be from actions that make them hit each other no matter the place or the time, they would always try to hurt them with a slap or a stick. Be it like a plot to ruin the other’s life using a male by her side. No matter it is her brother or her cousin or her friend companying her in her task. This part usually ends up killing the other female. If a female enters a crime field trying to hurt another female she mostly enjoys her work more than a male. She uses all sorts of end-level hurting plans and torturing ways just to satisfy her own heart desire. She becomes worse than a man in it. It is mostly concluded by saying: Girls are never satisfied with their surroundings or with their needs.

She was probably thinking about how I'd humiliate myself tomorrow. I watched Katherine coldly as she turned to leave, humming an odd werewolf song. The tune grated on my nerves, and I had to resist the urge to cover my ears. A group of pack girls happened to pass by, all greeting Katherine with enthusiastic waves and smiles. One of them, a redhead named Lily, called out, "Katherine, we heard you discarded your sensitivity enhancement stone. Are you still participating in tomorrow's selection?" Katherine glanced at me with a sly smile, then resumed her innocent act. The transformation was so smooth, it was almost impressive.

Feeling a piercing stare on her, she turned her head towards the man who was sneaking occasional glances at her, with concern evident on his face. She pursed her lips, "Don't look at me like that. I'm no going to leave you." She was suddenly reminded of the web novels that Ying Yue liked to read. The Female lead will always abandon her love to protect him from all the dangers lurking around her. She will make herself seem like an evil woman who was never in love with the Male lead and push him away from herself to keep him safe. Mo Yuhan glanced at her in confusion. He was just trying to make sure that she is okay. What is she talking about?