Fallout Novels & Stories

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

A faint blue screen floated right in front of my eyes: [Apocalypse Hoarding System Activated] [Countdown to Global Sub-Zero Event: 59 Days, 21 Hours, 59 Minutes] [Initial Spatial Storage Unlocked] [Current Task: Liquidate all non-essential assets and hoard maximum survival resources.]

⸻ The Fallout Zayden was pacing back and forth in the mansion’s grand hallway when he got the call. Then the footage arrived. Charred remains. Shattered glass. A ring. A torn red fabric from her lehenga. He went still. “No…” Mia stood beside him, silent, her expression carefully crafted. “No, this isn’t happening.” He called Hema’s number. Again. Again. No answer. He sent his men to the site. He went himself. When he arrived at the wreckage, his knees buckled. He dropped beside the body that once held his world and sobbed uncontrollably.

Hundreds of them, their red eyes glowing in the dark, sprinting toward the barricade with jagged energy weapons drawn. But Ren knew what they really were. A desperate mob of starving citizens from the Undercity, trying to break out of the quarantine zone to find food and clean water in Sector 7. "Target rich environment!" Leo laughed, entirely consumed by the thrill of the game. He leveled his rotary heavy machine gun and pulled the trigger. The depleted-uranium rounds tore down the length of the bridge. The physics engine dynamically rendered the slaughter, shredding the "alien" hitboxes and sending purple pixels spraying across the asphalt. The Scourge models were thrown backward, their ra

****** The rain followed Elara like a curse. It chased her across the city, drumming against the windshield in relentless waves, blurring the roads until everything around her looked like watercolor bleeding into darkness. She kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in rhythm with the storm. She didn’t stop driving until the entrance of the safe-house parking garage appeared An underground space beneath a modest apartment building in a quieter district. Nothing fancy. Nothing traceable to Damien. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. At least… for now.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.