Institute Fallout 4 Novels & Stories

LUCAS ... I left that dickhead, and returned back to the class, thank goodness the lecturer wasn't there yet, or else my first official day would have been ruined because of that pile of shit, but I don't still feel at ease, so I typed with my phone as I walked, about the person that was murdered by the damn blue eyes, but what I got was that the toxic guy was innocent, and honestly, it made me so damn confused, if the internet was wrong, or if the university only covered up the shit that damn guy did, and if it was the case, that was so fucking messed up and disgusting!, but I couldn't still help feeling like I was in a maze, and it kinda made me think about that bright eyes that I had spok

⸻ 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.

“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.’

Before I left, I reminded Talia, "Don’t forget to finalize the paperwork." Talia's wails followed me across the cemetery, raw and uncontrollable. I didn't look back. Richard's death and the disaster in Bareyard Village made me realize that some people were beyond saving. … Back in the city, I threw myself into work. The promotion came with crushing responsibility and endless pressure, but it was also the only way I could keep myself numb. The research institute became my refuge. Data sets, simulations, and predictive models—numbers were easier to face than memory.

“Sure. But this will be the last thing I handle within my responsibilities.” He knew exactly what I meant. Approve my resignation, and I’d solve the problem. Refuse, and there was nothing to discuss. “Fine. Lily, you’re really something.” He agreed through gritted teeth. Once I got his answer, I turned and walked toward the tech department. The issue at Apex Technology was complicated. A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system.

What little control the soldiers had managed to maintain evaporated, replaced by an uncontrollable panic that spread like wildfire. The academy lay in ruins—a massive crater at its heart marked ground zero. The once-grand institution was reduced to rubble, with nearby buildings incinerated and structures within a three-mile radius fractured, barely standing. Over five thousand lives were lost in an instant: students, teachers, researchers, visiting families. The names of the dead would linger like ghosts in the minds of the survivors. Above the wreckage, the ash hung in the air, a thick, unnatural cloud spreading outward like the breath of some monstrous entity. It wasn’t just ash—it was tai

Jun flew from the scene outside La Forde at a surprising speed. He did not even bid goodbye to anyone. It was simple bad luck that he had to cross paths with them today. And also see the one he never wished to see again. Jun reminisced about that day, he met a drunk guy, totally passed out in the bar lounge―alone snoozing away. It had been an hectic hour for Jun and when somebody came to complain to him that a guy had passed out on one of the lounge couches and was obstructing others with their long legs―irritated he went to slap that person awake and speak some sense.

I explained to him. “Why do you sound unsure? Can’t you remember the things you’ve written in that journal?” He queried. I sighed, feeling sorry about the lying. It’s actually not my diary but the real Nemiah’s diary. But I wonder why I’m feeling the pain she had. I think she really is inside me. “I’ll explain things later. We need to find that journal first.” I muttered. “So this journal is missing?” He looked disappointed now. “Unfortunately, I left it somewhere near the falls where we once jumped to escape the shadows chasing me. Do you still remember that place?”

“I’m trying to stop a catastrophe.” Rhea flickered again, her voice sharp. Adrian, they are corrupting the primary stabilizer. If they succeed, I will be forced into premature awakening. The infiltrator twisted suddenly, breaking Adrian’s hold, and sprinted for the panel. Adrian lunged. So did Mara. But the infiltrator reached the interface first, slamming their hand into the glowing fibers. The entire chamber erupted with light. Adrian shielded his eyes. Mara stumbled. Rhea’s hologram shattered like glass in a storm.

“And we go tonight.” The safehouse’s back room became a war-room—maps on cracked screens, blueprints scratched across the dusty table, Varian’s team filtering in one by one. Scarred veterans, new recruits, operators with half-healed wounds. Everyone tense. Everyone listening. Ines projected a grainy overhead schematic of the old fusion plant. “Most of the structure collapsed after the reactor shutdown,” she said. “But the lower levels are intact—and reactivated.” Bram whistled. “So our girl built herself a metal cathedral.”