Fallout Novels & Stories

"Fuck! It's Scorched Canyon!" "Goddammit, it's so hot you can cook an egg on a rock. Who the fuck thought of this stupid scenario? There's nothing here that's worth fighting for!" "90% of my loadout is based on lasers. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to sit here and afk for a while."

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

He'd found himself almost retching from discomfort and couldn't be more thankful when his feet found solid earth again As usual Erick was angry, at the friggin magical world and now at this almost magicless one, he'd read the big emboldened sign that said New Fall in an awful cursive, of course the trolls would bungle off the prince's drop off zone to a town in the middle of nowhere

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Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.

“Have a good evening.” It’s all he says before pumping his wings and then rising into the sky so that he mixes with the bats and airplanes that hover high above, and it is only when he is out of sight that I move and lean against the banister so I can stare down at the city below. “Fuck,” I growl, brushing my hand along my face while my anger continues to ebb and flow. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Ciaran?” ‘Don’t you know.’

His small luggage bag sat at his side as Bonnie started the engine and drove away from the complex. The scenery changed to the agricultural fields. Roy inhaled the crispy cold morning air and rose the glass of the window. He was dressed compactly but the fields emitted more ferocious cold winds and Roy's eyes usually stinged when faced with such winds. Because it was still very early, Roy felt a bit sleepy and dozed off, bored in the back seat. Unbeknownst to Roy's consciousness, the moment he closed his eyes, Roy was dragged off to a dream. In the dream, Roy saw a wonderful waterfall. The waterfall was surrounded by high hilly rocks and a field of pinkish shrubs clouded the air with a sweet