Fallout Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, “you’re going to make that fougère sing. And when Madame Valée smells it, she’s going to remember why she teaches.” I nodded, throat too tight for words. He kissed my forehead, lingering. Then he was gone. I stood there in the cold night, lips swollen, thighs slick, heart racing. And for the first time since I walked into that building, I believed I could do this. *** KROSS Three hours later, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, there I was standing over a man tied to a chair. The man’s face was already swollen. Blood dripped onto concrete.

He could ruin someone's life without ever throwing a punch, just by making a few phone calls. "I'm not saying Cross actually did something to him," Leo added quickly, shrugging his shoulders. "Thomas probably just cracked under the pressure. But people are terrified of Cross for a reason. He has zero patience. Just do your work and stay off his radar." "I will," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Thanks, Leo." "No problem. I have to get this to the grading room," Leo gestured to his portfolio. "Your locker should be down the left hallway, right past the ceramics studio. See you later."

seeds. "The 'Friction' doesn't have to be violent," Ethan said, his "Piercing Blue Eyes" locking onto the leader of the scavengers—a woman with "Raw Vulnerability" etched into her scarred face. "I need 'Crossover' access to the bridge. You need 'System-Stabilizers' for your camp. This is a 'Neutral-Trade'." The woman looked at the seeds—the "Source-Code" of a future that didn't require a "Gilded Cage." The tension in the air, the "High-Frequency" threat of a fight, slowly "De-materialized."

Now, the Gate of Endings would test my will my willingness to complete the story I had begun. I stepped forward into the light. “Show me the end,” I whispered. The Final Canvas The void collapsed into one single image: Duskfall at twilight, its towers burning in golden flame, its walls crumbling. Beneath them, a new Garden of Hollow blooms, fed by life and choice rather than magic bound in fear. In that Garden, I walked hand in hand with those I loved Rafael, Dahlia, Seris, Xander each scar healed, each burden shared. And at the very center, I knelt before a simple stone: not an altar, but a marker.

It was a legend from the first generation of the Cross—buried, forgotten, forbidden. He hadn’t even known his son was capable of forming one. That thought alone drove him down the hall, away from the punishment he couldn’t bear to witness. Lady Fleurance and Grace Cross remained frozen, hearts thudding in their ribs like trapped fists. “Please…” Rose kept whispering. “I will change.” Dallion leaned forward, his face now void of expression. One hand rose to her mouth. “I hope you will. After this.” And then he placed his thumb over her two front teeth. Slowly, purposefully, he forced them out—one by one.

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

That mommy dearest could step in and make it all better. Crock of shit! Is she any better than Isaac? Using and manipulating me for years to get her way? A brick nearly sinks in my gut at the comparison. But how different is it? *Hannah has to forgive us, she has to,* Cruz says, yawning. I get comfy and close my tired eyes. “Ow,” I groan, feeling a sudden pain in my leg. I absentmindedly rub the sore spot and groan again. When it hits once more, my eyes pop open and Cruz wakes, sprouting his claws from my fingertips, ready to kill the threat.

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

She grabs them out of the rose garden and runs through the hallways. “But, m-my queen—you shouldn’t be running. This is---“ “With me, I’ll make sure the two of you will always be happy!” Aria smiles at them with determination on her face. She has decided. She will change her fate –the fate of crossbreeds and the system of the new Utopia. Just like what she has read about the archaeon book, she has decided to bring things back to where it all begins…

Okay" Heath said slowly before walking out of the room with the paper in his hand. Addison pulled the blanket over her body and sighed as Tara rolled over to give her a back hug. Only one thought crossed her mind as she fell asleep. How will fake dating CEO Javan Roswell be like? . . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. , TBC