Fallout Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Katarina vanished into her network rumors she’d turned the repurposed strains toward real cures, quietly, no headlines. The swarm was gone erased, not locked. The heir lock erased with it. I was just Luca. Accountant. Brother. Lover. Ours. Dante leaned over kissed my shoulder. “Happy?” Rocco’s hand found mine under the table squeezed. I looked out at the water endless, blue, free. “Yeah,” I said voice steady. “I am.” No more curses. No more strains. Just us. And the rest of forever.

Cruz. Will this life destroy Aiden?

My friend and my first love, Catherine Cross. Dear Reno, How have you been? I am sorry it took me soo long to ask you this. But things aren’t going right for us here. An evil vampire named Krulisa is awake and she is here to take over the world. I and my sisters are on our way to stop her. But I’m scared Reno, I am so scared. I didn’t tell anyone, but I wanted you to know. What if I can’t make things right. What if everything goes wrong? What if we don’t make it back safe? I am scared. Mom and dad both trust us, and I can’t upset them with my fear. I want to help them. I am writing you this letter because if things go wrong and I don’t return, I want you to know that I loved you and love you

“What if he’s right? What if our bond is cursed?” Caden’s hand found her face, his touch firm and steady. “He’s wrong. Our bond is ours—not his.” The landscape rippled, unveiling a final vision. Rollan stood at a crossroads, older, his mark glowing faintly. One path stretched toward a burning wasteland, littered with fallen warriors. The other led to a green valley, wolves and humans standing together in peace. At the center, Aria and Caden faced each other, the golden thread between them blazing. Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground.

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

The last thing I saw was Cross falling. You said it. No taksies. He growled like the devil, and everything went black. A/n: more chapters incoming. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

The only person who outranked him in fear and power was Kaiden. People were relieved when he was gone. And now, he was back again. But that wasn’t the worst part. I watched as Eloise struggled to speak, her lips parting but no words coming out. Nyx had warned me that she would react like this, if not even worse. Because Cross wasn’t just a nightmare from the past. He was her nightmare. And that was because she and Cross used to be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Until things went south between them and he started to make her life a living hell before he finally got banished.

Caleb snapped, trying to step between us. He forced a pathetic smile onto his face as he looked at Dr. Rose. "I apologize, Doctor. We had a... a small domestic disagreement. My fiancee is very emotional due to the pregnancy. She fell. I was just trying to help her up." "She didn't fall, Caleb.” I argued as I took a step toward Dr. Rose, away from the man who wanted to break me. "He tried to choke me. He said he was going to break me." The silence fell and I could hear the distant sound of the ocean waves.

Their exchange marked the genesis of an intricately woven narrative, a testament to the transformative power of shared vulnerability and unspoken emotions that burgeoned within the Sullivan mansion. In the golden embrace of the setting sun, Jace and Marvis found themselves ensnared within the unyielding embrace of their burgeoning love. "Marvis, the path to redemption lies in the unraveling of our unspoken truths—the unearthing of emotions that have long been veiled," Jace articulated, the weight of his words underscoring the depths of their shared narrative.

I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this. “I, Thalia Carnell, renounce the lunar pack and tag myself as rogue” A slight pain shot through my nerves but I had known better. I stepped out of the border, I could hear a loud growl indicating the alpha had come to know of my leaving our pack. I sprayed some smell maskers and ran again.