Fallout 4 Curie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The warmth in my chest, tentative at first, began to spread. “Thank you,” I whispered again, the words barely audible. “For… for being here.” Matteo’s lips curved into a small, sad smile. “I will always be here, Serafina. If you’ll allow it.” The candle flickered, casting dancing shadows that mirrored the turmoil within me. The wind outside howled, a mournful cry that seemed to echo Lunaria’s fading strength. The curse. It wasn't just a physical ailment; it was a manifestation of the darkness that had seeped into my life, born from betrayal and rejection.

Phoebe woke up with swollen eyes and a heavy body, wishing she could stay in bed, but she had to go to class, even though her mood was terrible. As she stepped out, her gaze caught sight of her exquisite phone, stirring a pang of sadness. With just that brief glance, she closed the door behind her. Upon arriving at school, she intentionally glanced at the bulletin board. Just as she expected, an announcement had been posted: Curitis had resigned from his position and left...

Maya offered a quick, fleeting smile before turning on her heel to return to her duties. “Phew. That was entirely too close,” I breathed in a hoarse whisper once I was alone. Yet, as I picked up my broom to refocus on my work, my mind stubbornly flickered back to the handsome stranger. Alpha Caius Moonveil. He truly looked like he had been molded by the hands of the Moon Goddess herself. ‘Damn it,’ I thought, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach. ‘I just hope I can stay out of trouble.’

8 missed calls I begin to rub my forehead in frustration. I sit down on the toilet and lean my head back. What am I going to do? I have dreams, ambition. If I focus on this mess, I can kiss those dreams goodbye. I never wanted this. I never wanted her. I never wanted anyone. I reopen my home screen. I delete all the unread messages, and I block the name that is burned into my brain—time to get back to my family. THAT'S THE END OF CURT'S STORY. LET'S SEE WHAT COLT IS UP TO. UP NEXT IS: COLT'S REDEMPTION

I can't remember all she said but the last sentence always ring in my head day and night. "You will have a breathless child if you will ever have a child. You'll never have your own " I never understood what those words meant until today. She's breathless definitely, but she's my child. I guess I'm happy about that. I'm contented. At least her curse was not as bad as I expected. Maybe she loved me after all . *** Katrienair's POV I felt numb. The good life I thought I was already near to achieving was fading away right before my face and it's all my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Zelda. Evening, 5:30pm … I strutted along the bustling road of Pinefalls, the hot breeze tossing my already disheveled hair in every direction. Loud honking of horns and chattering crowds surrounded me, but my thoughts were elsewhere, far away from here. My fingers grasped the strap of my bag, hanging disorderly over my shoulder, as I made my way to the hospital. My Mom had been diagnosed with stage IV cancer, and the relentless and expensive medical bills had drained us dry. The doctor recommended chemotherapy, but where would the money come from? Walking the hour-long distance to the hospital felt like the only way to clear my crowded and disturbed mind.

They all laughed, Suddenly, Stone steps screamed beneath hurried feet as though the figure plunged downward. By the time he reached the dungeon floor, the world above felt distant like a dream abandoned at the edge of the stairs, while the depths waited, patient and unforgiving. He shouted, “THE CURSE HAS BEGUN. WE ARE IN DANGER”

His eyes were wild, and there was something unhinged about his movements as he staggered toward me, grabbing my hand. "Alana," he said, "I know you still love me. Let's go register our marriage right now." I pulled my hand free and stared at him. "I'm already married to Jace," I said. "We're even planning to have a baby. Don't you think it's time to let go?" For a moment, he just stood there, stunned. Then his face twisted with pain. "I've lost everything," he rasped. "I've paid for what I did. Don't you think you can forgive me now? Or maybe… maybe we can try to be reborn again?"

“You’re suggesting we chain a woman to his bed like some medieval offering?” “I’m suggesting we save our Alpha,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. “And by extension, this pack. He may not necessarily harm her, the scroll says the curse needs something external to latch onto besides Aron’s mind. One night. That’s all.” The room fell into tense silence broken only by the low hum of the ventilation system, I could see the conflict in their eyes, but also the grim acceptance. We had run out of options. Elder Reyes tapped a finger on the table. “It has to be someone expendable and if possible no family ties that could cause backlash.”

(EL POV) While I was taking my shower, I was still thinking of possible ways to help the Curie's. They're the only thing I could think of while I prepare myself for the event. I know I have failed Dr. Albert and his family. I’m sorry. (Dr. Curie’s POV) I immediately finished preparing the last serum. My thoughts were very sure that this will make a significant result to the test subject. With Samantha on my side, we walked ourselves to the basement; the Grand alpha's men escorted us.