Fallout Curie Novels & Stories

The second wave was here. Dr. Voss appeared in the smoke, holding a loose floorboard open to reveal a hidden trapdoor. “Down! Now!” Ellie grabbed her bag, stumbled to the door. She crouched beside Cerebus, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. “Let’s run now,” she whispered, “so we can fight later.” Cerebus gave one last growl toward the ruined wall, then turned and followed her into the dark. The trapdoor slammed shut. Moments later, the farmhouse above was flooded with light and soldiers. But the prey was gone.

"It has been four days since you fell unconscious. The Warriors have brought you to me and I treated the wounds with the best I could." I caught a glimpse of the material on the table across the room. I sniff the air once and caught the scent of dried leaves and ground herbs, along with the smoke of the candlelight. I roam my eyes. The flambeau illuminated the room. Is it eventide? "Your wounds have been infected with the Rot. I carefully remove the toxin, but it has spread on your body that mere extraction would not suffice. I gave you a dose of wolfsbane, and though it almost drive you to a certain death, it cured you easily afterwards."

already ended a career. My hands were finally steady as I pulled out my phone to reach out to the one person in that building I still trusted.To: Alvin Hey, I'm out. Can you do me a huge favor? Grab my personal stuff and wipe my desktop. I’ll be at the coffee shop across the street—come meet me when you can get away.I crossed the street, moving through the sidewalk traffic with a purpose that felt foreign and electric. The bells jingled as I entered the café, a sharp contrast to the shouting I’d just left behind. I ordered a black coffee and claimed a small table by the window.From here, the office building looked like a gray monolith. Somewhere in there, a VP was probably still turning pur

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Damien chimed in. “Hey Brent, are you still friends with that incubus?” Joel asked me. “I haven’t reached out to him in awhile, but I’ll see if I can get ahold of him.” “Alright team, assemble!” Damien shouted. “What the hell bro?” I asked him. “Someone needs to be the comedic relief; it’s getting too real in here.” He retorted. We all murmured our agreement and stalked out the front door to head back to Colten’s motel room.

Despite everything, a small breath of laughter escaped me. But it faded quickly. Because the truth was sitting heavy in my chest. We hadn’t just found a clue. We’d found proof. “Next time… we bring an army.” Someone had been quietly waging chemical warfare against the Crescent wolves for decades. And now that we knew… There was no way in hell we were walking away from it. As we neared the hummer Terrence let out a yell, and we quickly set him down. Alex came flying out of the Vehicle.

Percival He rolled over a machine and gently raised her gown, stopping just above the gauze around her middle. Neon pink underwear peeked through—typical of Edeline. She always had a thing for neon and fluorescent colors. A low growl escaped me without warning. Doc’s eyes darted to mine in surprise. I cursed under my breath. “Apologies, Doc,” I said, voice rough. “The wolf’s a little... agitated.” He gave a silent nod, extracting a device that resembled a scanner. After squeezing some warm gel onto the tip, he flicked a switch, activating the monitor.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

it was Gideon. “Yes,” I answered, my hand on the door knob still trembling. “Tilly will be here soon to take care of your wounds. I'm here to warn you. Under no circumstance are you to ever go to the underground dungeon. Do I make myself clear?” He barked, his eyes on mine. What does that have to do with anything? “Yes. But the Alpha–” “Don't ask questions that will get you killed! Do you job and stay out of sight,” he spat and shut the door in my face.

It felt like a curse had finally settled over their fractured family, its shadow lengthening with every passing night. Her thoughts spiraled in the darkness. When had it truly started? The answer came quickly, sharp as a thorn. She remembered that strange afternoon weeks earlier. Her father, Fernand, had been crouched behind the hut, feeding a small fire with papers and photographs. Flames licked greedily at the edges. Eloise had glanced at him from a distance but said nothing—his face had been closed, unreadable. Only after he walked away into the forest did she approach the dying embers.