Fallout 4 Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

My skin was still flushed, my body still carrying the heavy, intoxicating ache of Zaid’s lovemaking, but my mind snapped back into a razor-sharp, icy focus. Zaid was off the sofa in a second. He pulled his trousers up, his bare chest heaving, his hazel eyes locking onto the flashing screen in my hand. The gentle lover who had worshipped every inch of my skin moments ago disappeared, replaced by an iron-hard captain whose instincts were tuned for war. "What is it?" Zaid asked, his voice low and raspy. "Sector 4," I whispered, my voice dripping with cold disbelief. "My secondary warehouse."

Only a burning, endless anger that what he loved had been taken from him. ***** PRESENT DAY. Zhedya poured a finger of expensive whiskey, his hand steady only through force of will. He had just posted a new article to “Feral Minds.” He wrote them himself now, in a style as close to Ian’s as he could manage, keeping the blog alive. It was a shrine, a promise. ‘See? Your world is still here, waiting for you.’ His phone, lying on the desk, vibrated with a harsh, ugly sound. The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER.

] [TARGET ZONE: SECTOR 4-DELTA (SCOURGE BIO-HUB)] [WARNING: HOSTILE POPULATION DENSE. [DROPPING...] The transition ripped Ren from the quiet luxury of the penthouse and slammed him into a nightmare of digital ash and smoke. Ren opened his eyes. He was crouching on the shattered roof of a two-story concrete bunker. The sky above Sector 4-Delta was choked with a thick, procedurally generated red smog. The environmental audio engine was pumping out the sounds of distant sirens and the low, guttural shrieks of the Scourge horde.

The next second, Gary dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. "Spencer, you're the only one who can recover the money for the bank now. The money belongs to Felix Watch, the richest man in Cantfield! You must've heard the rumors about him. He loves money more than anything. If we can't get the money back, we're done for. You're our only hope! I told Gary slowly, "I can recover the money, but I have a condition. When Felix asks about this, I want you to tell him honestly that the breach was caused by Chester's program, and Nancy approved it."

Time: Three Weeks After the Fall of Navarro Location: The Burnline Zone, Former Global Council Bunkers, Hollow Survivor Shelters Atmosphere: Volatile, tense, paranoid, haunted POVs: Naomi, Reina, Jayce, Eli, and a new Hollow survivor named Vayden --- Scene One: Ashes of a Cause Valeburn’s sky was a bruise, purple bleeding into amber. Naomi stood on the ruins of the Burnline, the flame-scorched border where Navarro’s elite once barricaded their kingdom from the forgotten.

My grip failed. I plummeted into the dark. I hit the bottom of the chute with a bone-shattering crash, my body rolling through a rusted iron grate and splashing violently into six inches of freezing, stagnant water. I lay there for a moment, gasping for air, the rancid stench of sulfur, fuel, and chemical waste filling my lungs. The subterranean drainage system beneath Sector Four was a labyrinth of echoing tunnels and dripping pipes, illuminated only by the faint, sickly green glow of emergency backup lights.

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

Jaxon brushed off the invisible lint off his shoulder, motioning towards the guards on the door. “Enjoy rotting here forever” With that he was gone. *** Two more chapters till end! Follow me on socials to stay updated on sequel and exclusive news! Facebook: The Scripturient (join “san_2045 squad” private group on Facebook) Instagram: san_2045 ***

Damian mind, soul and body is tied to someone he'll never see again,and he can't break free, he doesn't want to break free, and I, well I, I am free. No boyfriends, no problems. ___ Caden Point of View Four months, four fucking, crazy, druggy, worthless month. Four months since Fiona left me. It's July sixth, my twethy second birthday, and I'm alone. Perhaps it's a curse or something, to be alone all my birthdays. Last year, I was alone, She was within my grasp, but I was alone. Cradling my head, sweat breaking out on my forehead, I hate myself for all the time I wasted pushing her away, for fighting all the emotions she stirred in me, I hate myself so much.