Fallout Fic Novels & Stories

He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex. It was afternoon when we came from the run, the party arrangements were setting in. “Dreaming of finding your psychopath mate and running away” an irritating voice came from behind which I recognized immediately as my sister, Myla carnell. “ yup. Dreaming of living a life a normal being” “Psychopath”. she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair.

The men hurriedly jumped to the ground and took position. Zenya's breath crossed his ear. "Their minds are closed to me, so they don't belong to Amy and Marcus." "I was afraid of that." A bullet ricocheted off the wall near Nicolas's head and he pulled Zenya down. "Where's Vorlyk?" "Here." The voice came from the adobe hut about ten feet away. "Ideas?" "I've never been a fighter, but I think I can blink in and take out a couple and then get myself back into the shade before I try again."

“A war that shed much blood on both sides, yet ended in a draw. In the end the humans withdrew into the swamps with their symbionts and the Haunt settled the land near the portal, where they remain to this day.” Dark thoughts dampened his mood. Too well he remembered the bloody war and his father’s part in it. Fallon’s sympathetic glance didn’t help. His father was someone he’d rather forget. Unaware of his black reflections, she swatted a mosquito from his back and whacked another buzzing around her face. The little monsters were voracious. Even repellent didn’t work; the little suckers seemed to like it. “What are symbionts? You keep mentioning them, but never say what they are.”

I guess knowing that the world is going to end can put a damper on anyone’s dreams. I look up from my book when the door opens. Fallon walks in looking sexy in his tight skinny jeans, black tank top, and long, leather duster. His abdomen and firm thighs ripple with his movements, and his hair is cut short. Frowning, I rise from my perch and slide my fingers through his hair. “You cut it.” He sifts his fingers through the short locks and nods.

Alfred muttered, "He died by his own hands after Reiss' mother left. Poor thing left with a son to nurse." That was a sad story. It only showed what humans were capable of. Vile creatures who knew nothing but to hurt each other. "That must have broken him, poor soul." Alfred sighed again, "Now, to you. Tell me what's happening." Ah, yes. My sad sob story. I was now dreading having to talk to him about it now. "I found the one I'd been looking for." "What?" Alfred's eyes bulged. "The traitor? You found her?"

On top of that, they also faced severe disciplinary actions. David and Nick lost everything, becoming disabled in the process. Despite their unfortunate circumstances, they still needed to serve time in prison. I ended up visiting them once. "Do you regret what you did?" I asked. Mia didn't reply. David kept his head low, but he was furiously sobbing. "I'm sorry, Nat. This is all my fault," he cried. Nick's hair was blocking his blind eye. He no longer looked like the person he once was. "If I could turn back time, I would never choose to do what I did. I'm sorry, Nat."

“Good. Because if this becomes a war without limits, no one wins.” Kieran sank into his chair, staring at the ruined tablet on his desk. He had lost control of the narrative. And worse—he had underestimated the depth of his own obsession. Across the city, in a dimly lit apartment filled with glowing screens, Felicity watched the same images on repeat. Nolan smiling. Ellie radiant. The boys safe, cherished, adored. Her hands curled into fists. This farce couldn’t continue. If Kieran lacked the will to tear it down, then she would act alone.

Fallout never arrived all at once. It moved the way grief did—quiet at first, then everywhere. Amelia felt it in the hours after she severed Stella’s access to the pattern. Not as backlash, not as retaliation, but as uncertainty. Threads that had once hummed with confidence now wavered, not breaking, but pausing—waiting to see what would happen next. She stood in the upper gallery, hands resting on the stone railing, watching the grounds below. People moved in small clusters now instead of drifting freely. Conversations leaned closer. Voices lowered.

“I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late watching trash TV, alright?” “No promises.” Crystal responds, shooing me away. “You know that’s my favorite type since you’re so boring.” Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother responding before I head to my room and collapse on my bed so that I can finally let the weight of reality slam into me. “Shit,” I hiss, realizing what I was running headfirst into. “There really are monsters living amongst us and pretending to be humans.”

“You guys realize it’s three in the morning, right?” They blinked at him. “You don’t look tired, Daddy.” “I’m beyond tired. I’m dead inside.” Matteo gasped dramatically. “Are you a zombie?!” Luca muttered something under his breath and turned to me. “I give up. Your turn.” Reuniting with Family The next day, Cassie came over, armed with coffee and judgment. “You guys look like hell,” she said cheerfully, plopping onto our couch. “We are in hell,” I muttered, gesturing to the tiny demons playing with toy swords in the corner.