Fallout 4 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She extends her arms once again and snuggled them, “Thanks for everything so far, you’ve been silent for days which is not normal. But I find it sweet, I’m glad that I have brothers like you guys!” “D-don’t say such things dummy!” Dan exclaimed with a tearing eye. “You’re such a dummy Dan.” They all laughed and let April go. She walked outside of her house; the radiant sun felt knew to her skin. Like a vampire, she hissed upon making contact. She headed to the gate and waved to her brothers, “I’LL BE BACK DUMMIES!” She heads towards the rendezvous, the place where it all ends, it is where she wanted to start over. As her footsteps led her to the usual place, she started hesitating.

She reached into the golden soil—into the very essence of her father—and pulled out the raw, un-edited pain of the 129 chapters they had survived. ​The "Optimized" meadow exploded. The synthetic grass was torn away by a whirlwind of golden text. The Golden Willow tree let out a roar like a thousand lions, its branches whipping out to strike the chrome ships in the sky. ​"The 401st isn't a pilot!" Nora screamed, her eyes turning a blinding, solid silver. "It’s the Final Answer!" ​The Corporate Counter-Strike ​Director Vane didn't flinch. He simply tapped a device on his wrist. "Initiate the Narrative-Foreclosure."

The End Author's notes: Wow, what a fucking wild ride folks. Please exit left, fix your hair, and take a deep breath. I know you guys have been waiting patiently, and now that this ride is over. I am going to take a small break for my baby girl and my momma's birthday this upcoming week. I will start updating book 4 on November 3, 2025! See you guys there!

Chapter 8 – The Fallout (Eli POV) Sleep was impossible. I lay flat on my back in the narrow dorm bed, staring at the ceiling tiles until the faint glow of streetlights through the blinds turned them into a grid of pale gray rectangles. The muffled thump of bass still pulsed somewhere across campus another party refusing to die or maybe it was just my own heartbeat, stubborn and loud, refusing to slow. Every time I closed my eyes the scene replayed in perfect, humiliating detail: the sagging couch, the press of bodies forcing us closer, Dante’s forearm braced behind me like a barrier and a bridge at the same time. His mouth hovering so close I could feel the shape of his breath against my lip

Manuel was quiet for a moment, "That would make sense, if Volkov walked away and Four survived, Patricia would have failed completely, she would have been exposed for nothing, but if both men died, she could claim it was a tragic confrontation, no witnesses, no one to contradict her story," "Can you get Four out?" "Working on it, but those shooters have the position locked down, If Four moves, he is dead," I watched through the binoculars as Four and Volkov talked behind cover, two enemies forced into temporary alliance, Four pulled out his phone, typed something, my phone buzzed. The message said: I love you, Tell Monte I tried.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

Dimly, I’m aware of Frost and Malix grunting and cursing as they come too, but it all gets lost in a fog of sated desire as my body shudders and heart slams against my ribs. Kian collapses on top of me, his large frame covering mine as he buries his face in my neck. Malix and Frost move closer on either side, and I realize that my hip is sticky with someone’s cum. “So…” Malix drawls the word near my ear, his tone languid and heated. “It just occurred to me that this four-way mate situation is probably gonna be a little messy.” Kian huffs a short grunt, as if he’s too tired to do anything else, and I can practically feel Frost’s deadpan look. But I laugh, grinning up as I turn my head to look

said Doctor Anna while looking at Jacob and Zoya who were lying weakly on the bed. Doctor Rin was silent and thought for a moment. “I think it's a crazy idea we should try! You are indeed a genius Anna!” said Doctor Rin, hugging his best friend. "We have to work now. I'm afraid your friend won't last long,” said Doctor Anna. "Okay then," said Doctor Rin, nodding his head slowly. Doctor Rin took a sample of Eren's blood. He and Doctor Anna worked so hard all night to heal Jacob and Zoya. -Year 2045-

What wish would possibly fix this shit heap? “I – I wish that Rose was never born a Fallen.” I said, hoping I don’t regret this decision. “Hmm. Interesting choice. Very well.” Gabriel said before clapping dramatically. I felt my body free fall, and everything turned black.