Fallout Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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.

~074 Fallout The world did not end in an explosion or in silence. It ended in emails. In headlines. In contracts rewritten under duress. In boardrooms that smelled of sweat and panic. It had been forty-eight hours since Edenfall. Inside the Cathedral, Xavier sat hunched over a console, the flickering light casting deep shadows under his eyes. Reports streamed across the monitors - hundreds of them, from news outlets, whistleblowing platforms, underground networks, corporate leak databases. Bella entered the war room silently, the soft padding of her socks the only sound before she rested a hand on Xavier's shoulder. In the crook of her other arm, baby Hope blinked up at the ceiling's mosaic

Damien grabbed my hand, hauling me away from the unstable platform. “We leave—now!” We pushed through the flooded escape tunnel, dodging fire as explosions erupted across the drowning fortress. Kyle’s urgent voice shouted: “Extraction point locked—Rook’s VTOL inbound!” The Final Fall As the fortress shuddered, ready to collapse, Natalia Cross emerged again, bloodied but alive, her cold smile burning through the rising flames. "You’ll never escape me... I am the end." Before she could strike again, the platform exploded, shattering into the abyssal depths.

His brows furrowed, but he didn’t ask anything, perhaps because Ayla was here. With a trembling hand, I shook Ayla’s hand. “I am Winter Mayers,” I said with so much difficulty. “You are so pretty.” I felt so sick in my stomach. Everything that happened reminded me so much of the past. This situation had happened before. The only difference was that I stood in Ayla’s place like an idiot and welcomed Ruby—my ex’s fated mate. ‘Shh, breath, Winter. Calm down, ok?’