Fallout Lore Novels & Stories

He wipes a fake tear. She rolls her eyes and shifts her gaze to the ground, "Mom's been working overtime nonstop, you think we should talk to her about it?" Their mother hasn't been the same ever since their dad mysteriously disappeared after taking a short trip back to Berhtwulf, where Aster and Xavier were found. He refused to tell them the reason as to why he decided to go back there. He also requested that if ever he fails to come home, they are not to attempt to look for him.

“We need to clear the forest back, it's too close to the hut. Your guys are in here making patchwork quilts together while the enemy can get within five metres without being seen. They're sitting ducks.” Trent nodded in agreement with his new boss as they continued to walk north. After what seemed like an age to the warriors, they finally reached a clearing called Mawson's Hollow, which Dane had circled on his map. “You lot look exhausted,” said Dane, putting down his pack. “Take off your packs and relax. Have a drink. We've got to get back as well. I'm not carrying you home if you pass out.” Dane started walking towards the forest line. “I'm going to take a piss,” he announced. He noticed t

" I was completely consumed by the fire. My bones, blood, and entire body were scorched. I let out a yell. I had the impression that I was being torn apart, fragment by fragment. I didn't stop, though. I gave it everything: my history, my pain, and my fear. I saw the face of Killian. Grinning. Then it faded. My pack was there. Mom. My dad. Their aspirations. Their affection. Then there was stillness. Then— Boom. The sky shattered with a sound like thunder. I opened my eyes. On the battlefield, I was lying. The sun was gone. The sky was dark. Thousands of Auren's soldiers marched in the direction of the capital. Red-eyed wolves. Blade-wielding shadows. From the hills came screams.

The Nexus in Lore Mirra had grown up with whispers of the Grove Eternal—a hidden forest said to lie at the world’s heart, where the oldest oak stretched so tall it pierced the stars. It was told that beneath its roots lay a river of fire and water entwined, a seam where the elements warred and married in equal measure. Her elders had dismissed it as allegory. Yet as she pressed her ear against the trembling trunks of her failing woods, she heard the echoes of that legend with a new urgency. The trees did not speak of fairy tales. They spoke of memory.

So I put on my most convincing fake smile and swing open my locker like I don't have a care in the world. "I'm great," I lie. "Seriously, don't worry about me. I'm just glad all the craziness with Fable is over." The message on the front of my locker makes it pretty clear though that this is far from over. I've already filled my friends in on everything, but the rest of the school only knows what they've seen on the news, and whatever rumors are doing the rounds online. Who knows what they've heard, and what they're telling each other.

Kier learns visually, it was a good uptake for someone who hasn't been a werewolf for a long time. "You should have done that earlier," Nerissa said to Solana. She's trying to find where Foire and Illac is, the way they were headed when they left Imperio was west, meaning it's either Daemoniom or Satan, but based on the fact that they have Julian, Gehena is pretty much a place where they should look first.