Fallout Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Outside, his father, Marcus Cross, was waiting. As Caleb descended the stairs, Marcus spoke softly from behind. “Caleb, don’t act rashly. Damian takes over the Cross Consortium in one month. Be patient, son. Trust me—the company, this family… it will all be yours. I promise.” Caleb didn’t respond. He strode out of the old house without looking back. He didn’t want handouts. He wanted to defeat Damian—fairly, on his own merit. --- Back on the island, Aria had barely stepped inside when her phone rang.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Anger. Maya felt numb. A man was dead because of her. Because she exposed the Phoenix. Cross came in. Her face was hard. "That was expected," she said. "That was planned. That was the point of taking him in the first place." "How can you be so cold?" Maya asked. "Because if I'm not cold, I fall apart," Cross said. "And if I fall apart, the Phoenix wins." She pulled out a new file. "But we got something from it," she said. "A location."

“Council assets are moving into position. Rafael’s people are on the ground. We can breach in twenty minutes.” Zara looked at the clock. The bond carried Damien’s focus and her own steady resolve. They had twenty four hours on paper. Cross was moving faster. They left the safe house at dusk. The team split into two vehicles. Damien and Zara rode together. The bond stayed open and clear. No fear. No distance. Just the shared understanding that this was the last move. As they approached the Midtown building, Zara’s phone lit with a final message from Cross. “Too late, human mate. The feed goes live in ten minutes. I do not want revenge. I want the world to see what your alpha really is. And I

Félix whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and the coming storm. "The final forty-five chapters are going to be the hardest, Lixie," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "We're not just building a world now. We're defending the right for it to exist." I looked at Aurum. The grass was glowing, the sea was sapphire, and the Pact was a family. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "I think Caelum just tried to 'shadow-blink' one of those golden rabbits. We’re going to need a very big fence."

Jaxon gasped as he read about a "falsified scandal"—a claim of corporate fraud that had destroyed his father's image and landed him in jail. It had all been a setup; now Jaxon was looking at the evidence. It was all orchestrated by Damon Cole. He had rigged the fraud, changed the statistics, and made sure Jaxon's family would collapse. Jaxon, his fingers white from clutching the desk, murmured, "This goes deeper than I thought." James Cross, Scarlett Voss, and now Damon Cole all belonged to the same perverse game played by the empire. Jaxon had been only an unwilling pawn; they had been playing it for years.

“Kane hasn’t drained me in a while. I have enough power to shield you and cause a distraction. But you have to take him, Adrien. Please–” “I’m not leaving you behind!” Westfall’s eyes fill with tears. “I can’t.” She reaches for him, caressing his cheek and resting her forehead against his as she closes her eyes. “This is the only way we can keep him safe. Our son.” The vision blurs, and I choke on a strangled sob as I’m suddenly ripped through space and time. I see fragmented images of Ryatt’s mother using her powers, screaming as the silver manacles try to keep her subdued, but she breaks through them. I see Westfall carrying a panicked Ryatt in his arms as they run through underground tunn

Their fingers intertwined — a silent promise, fragile yet unbreakable. Outside, dawn finally broke fully across the city, golden light spilling over the skyscrapers. For the first time in a long time, Damian Cross wasn’t thinking about control, power, or revenge. He was thinking about her. And for both of them, that was far more dangerous than any enemy they’d faced.

"The Unmaker wants order. Perfect, static, eternal order. Fight for the beautiful mess of existence. For growth and change and unpredictable love." "We will," Thea promised. "Your sacrifice won't be wasted." I hugged Catherine one last time. "We love you. We've always loved you. Raise those grandchildren well." "I will. I promise." She was sobbing. "I love you, Mom. Dad. Thank you for everything." Xavier and I stepped into the portal together. Hand in hand. Ready. Luna activated the device. Reality twisted. The cottage disappeared. Our family vanished. And we fell into the space between realities.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.