Fallout Fic Novels & Stories

The loss of life was staggering today, and when the dust settled I could only hope things were better, different, the world we had hoped for. “Cain” the old Nephilim began, his hands applying gentle pressure to my side, where blood was continuing to seep out. “You need to rest.” I grunted in response, hauling myself to my feet. Wanting to simply pass out and never wake up. Just join Verity and Shamshiel wherever their spirits were, but I knew that was not to be. I headed toward my room, my feet dragging on the ground and my head bent low. I swung by the kitchen area, grabbing a bit of food and quickly devouring it on my way to my room. If I was lucky maybe I would choke on it. Kicking off my

Felicia was tasting her patience. Felicia closed her eyes and chanted. What Hunter saw next made her change into a naked Ciandra. ** Beta Garrick had a candle in his hand. It was falling on Alpha Hunter’s thin body. Alpha Hunter was repeating over and over, “My daughter is dead. I can’t help you.”

"Don’t try to hide it." "Fallon," Elleric begins, seeming unsure. "It seems that she suddenly fell ill and was on the brink of..." "Death," I finish for him, feeling my heart clench painfully. Just the thought of a world without Fallon hurts like hell. "That’s right," Elleric confirms. "But they managed to stabilize her, and she is recovering." "Great!" I sigh, slowly beginning to relax. "That’s great." Fallon was fine, which meant whatever it was that I feared didn’t manage to happen, but then why was I still struggling to remain in control? Something wasn’t making sense here, was this not connected to Fallon and Anika?

I groan as I get up from the toilet foor, and I walked to my bag. I am not Axel. Axel Lockwood is dead. I am Caden Manchester. Despite knowing how the trip goes, I still take it. The mild feeling of euphoria, of happiness, the feeling of accomplishment, of what my family would have been if Vincent wasn't a fucking Psychopath. Fiona is not back yet, maybe she's really angry, maybe I should let her in, but what if she flees?. I brought out the cocaine, I didn't waste a minute in snorting it in. I took the sleeping pills, dropped three down my throat, I just need to rest. I closed my eyes, and I laid on the bed. I awaited the solace but it never came.

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.”

She clutched her stomach protectively, feeling the presence of a life growing within her. One Month Later Over the course of the past month, Lena's well-being suffered greatly due to the agonizing separation she experienced. Tears became a constant companion, and she sought solace in visits to Chinatown, where she could breathe in the familiar presence of her mother and sister. The toll on her overall health, as well as that of her unborn child, was so obvious. Deeply wounded and filled with a profound sense of confusion, Lena found herself questioning the cause of the end of her once loving relationship with Jayden.

Alex said, pulling out his phone. I sat back, listening as the boys chatted about football and pack politics. All I could think about, though, was what was going to happen now. I was being taken back to Black Moon, where there was no place I could go undetected it would be so much easier for Alpha Xavier to find me. It was then that I realised my wound hadn't healed, and even if I wasn't a Darach, I should have healed by now. “I still haven't healed,” I exclaimed loudly.

A single teardrop slid down his cheek as he tapped the icon ‘Confirm Self Destruction. He heart twisted with guilt. After all, he had built Roasty all by himself but he had to destroy it. Sometimes in life one had to choose between bad and worse. He closed his eyes and thought about his sweet daughter, Sia, and his lovely yet brave wife Sarah. He imagined playing with Sia on the beach. He imagined that he was lying on the beach with them under a star-studded night. If he was reborn, he would request God to reunite them. He laughed at this thought. From when had he started believing in the existence of God?

Previously, when he first stepped foot in the inner grounds of the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks, he bumped into two Mad Ox Dark Race beings. ‘The abandoned city is not too far away from there!' However, nothing mattered to him anymore as all the zombies of the Apocalyptic Legion had been upgraded to Rank 9 Zombies. All of a sudden, a smile was plastered on Lucas' face. That was because he realized he would be spotted after massacring the 30 over lowly Dark Race beings. He was not bothered whether the Mad Ox Dark Race beings would be the ones who showed up later. "Lucas, where are we heading to now?" Cherry asked cautiously.

in it. The ruins of the houses were softened by it. The cars on the highway were white mounds. "Snow in July?" Kai asked, adjusting his goggles. "It's not snow," I said. The air tasted stale. Musty. Like opening a tomb that had been sealed for a thousand years. I jumped down from the ridge. THUD. I walked up to a pine tree. It was entirely encased in the white substance. I touched it. It was soft. Warm. Mold. A massive, valley-wide fungal infection. "It's eating everything," I said, pulling my hand back. The mold tried to cling to my finger, but my body heat burned it off. "Look at the ground," Kai pointed. I looked. The mold wasn't just sitting there. It was pulsing. Squish... squish... Th