Fallout 4 Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Thousands of tiny, starlight-seeds began to fall through the Loom, landing on the pillars and the thrones. "What is she doing?" Jackson’s father asked, his lead-colored eyes widening in terror. "She’s giving you a Choice," Leo said, his runes turning a steady, tactical purple. "The Fourteenth Cycle wants to delete the 'Glitch.' But Hope is turning the glitch into the Foundation". The black-light pillars began to crack. From the fissures, the same "Dry Fire" I had used in the Blood-Fortress began to leak out, withering the mechanical perfection of the thrones.

Vivian whispered, her blue eyes flashing with a terrifyingly absolute strategic brilliance as she loaded a fresh magazine into her suppressed sidearm. ​They exited the ruined server vault, leaving the broken ex-fiance to rot in the dark, and stepped back into the transport pod. The sub-aquatic vehicle tore through the aqueducts toward the northern gap, where the massive titanium blast doors separating the local basin from the rest of the continent were slowly grinding open. ​As the pod breached the surface near the northern perimeter, the automated long-range scanners suddenly picked up a fresh, localized signal broadcasting from a hidden civilian frequency directly inside Sector 4—one that

Damien POV It's been a long, torturous week. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, the tears dripping down her face, and most importantly, the sound of her voice as she begs me to believe her. The longer I spend away from her, trying not to think of how I put my own mate in the dungeon, the harder it is. "You've been distracted lately," Aaron's voice cuts through my distraction, and I blink, glaring at him. "I've been working," I corrected moodily.

I’d seen every single one of my brothers fucking someone else, unfortunately, that included my dad with my mom. My thoughts drifted to the stubborn Canadian. I couldn’t deny it anymore, I wanted her, I needed to be buried inside of her. I felt my dick harden as I pictured her. I gripped hold of myself and started jerking myself off. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, those gorgeous eyes looking up at me as she flicked the tip with her tongue. Images of her opening her mouth wide and swallowing his dick to the back of her throat made him groan out loud. He pictured her swirling it around her mouth, softly massaging his balls. “Skylar.” He groaned, as he jerked himself quicker, close

“A war that shed much blood on both sides, yet ended in a draw. In the end the humans withdrew into the swamps with their symbionts and the Haunt settled the land near the portal, where they remain to this day.” Dark thoughts dampened his mood. Too well he remembered the bloody war and his father’s part in it. Fallon’s sympathetic glance didn’t help. His father was someone he’d rather forget. Unaware of his black reflections, she swatted a mosquito from his back and whacked another buzzing around her face. The little monsters were voracious. Even repellent didn’t work; the little suckers seemed to like it. “What are symbionts? You keep mentioning them, but never say what they are.”

I sat up and looked at him, his face was serious, as I replied, “I'm not. I can't, it's her birthday today, how can I tell her I slept with her cousin after creating a scene like that, and then be like, 'oh yeah happy birthday!' I can't can I?” He rubbed his forehead and replied, “Well shit, na you can't, but she needs to find out sometime, what happens if we have to go back to the faction?” I stared at him wide-eyed and then shook my head, I then replied, “No, no we can never go back there. Imogen is crazy, she is convinced that I'm her Fennid. I tried to explain to her that it's impossible, because I am Freya's Fennid, but she wasn't having any of it.”

“What makes you think I could help any of you with this?” “Because… at this point… we don’t have anything better,” Forty-Four muttered, the first time I’d ever heard him speak. “This place is all about fighting, sex, and stealing. It’s all we have… all we’ll probably ever have. Unless you… or someone… fixes it. I’m willing to take the chance. I’m another “lost lamb” from the Chair. I think my family might be out there, and I want to find them, but I never will as long as I’m stuck here.”

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

“Is this where you’ve been all of this time? I looked for you but could never find you.” “Yes, my love. This is where I’ve been. I too was bitten, just like you. Walking away from you and the human world was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Knowing that I’d never see you again almost killed me.” Lucia’s eyes glistened with tears. Sad that her daughter was fated to live a life like her, but happy to see that she was alive.

"Somebody's running a cement mixer at your abandoned family bunker at six in the morning." We came around the last bend in the fence line and I stopped so hard Cassian nearly walked into me. The northeast corner, the one he'd knelt beside two days ago and told me was slowly failing, had scaffolding up around it. Four men in work vests moved around a fresh concrete pour, one running a trowel along the surface, smooth and practiced, like this was any ordinary job site instead of a building nobody in my family had touched in a decade. "That's my crack," Cassian said quietly. "Somebody's fixing my crack."