Outcasts Fallout 3 Novels & Stories

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

I slapped my face, hoping that it would help wake me up but I was wrong. Your destiny lies with us. A voice echoed against the walls of my mind. It was cold and demanding and held absolute control. You cannot escape us. The fear that I felt was too overwhelming and all I wanted to do was leave this nightmare and forget about. We will find you. There was no way this...whatever they are...going to find me. I would make certain of it.

He was shaking—not with cold, but with a terrifying, raw desperation. The silence of the woods was broken by another scream. Closer this time. "The Outlaw Kings," Fenris muttered, looking back at the two of them. "That’s what the rumors are calling you guys now. The Kings of the ruins." "We’re not kings of anything if there’s nobody left to lead," Aradaa said. He pulled back, looking at the distant horizon where the grey rot was eating the light of the stars. "Kaelor, we need to move. Not away. We need to go to the Outlaw camps. If anyone has a way to bypass Malachi’s code without me dying... it’s the people who’ve been living outside his system for decades."

Ropes dropped from the side doors, and men in heavy black armor began to slide down. "Isaac, now!" Rowan barked into his radio. From the trees, the outcasts launched their first attack. They didn't use guns. They used the traps Rowan had taught them to build. Large logs tied with thick vines swung from the branches, smashing into the mercenaries before they could even unhook their ropes. Boulders, piled high on the slopes, were kicked loose, tumbling down like a rocky tidal wave. The sound of shouting and gunfire filled the air, but the fog made everything look like a ghostly dance. The mercenaries were confused. Their high-tech goggles were struggling with the chemical mist Julian had creat

I couldn’t contain my laughter and then she started laughing with me as I walked into the bathroom. “We shouldn’t be laughing, we’re outcasts now.” I’d been about to turn the water in the shower on when she said that. “It doesn’t matter, Adara. There is no pack in Seward. Everyone became outcasts tonight when I stopped Alexander from killing Malachi. We’re essentially a pack of outcasts.” “How does that even work?” “I’m not sure but maybe we won’t be outcasts for long.” I had no idea how I would rectify the situation we had found ourselves in, but I knew that I wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

📌Omega's Onslaught An attack, a rejection, a reclaim After surviving the rogue's attack near Paphos, Cyprus, Zack Adamos realized that he has an older brother that was the Gamma of Shadow Pack. He was instantly accepted for his place in the pack as their Omega for his skills with herbs until he was trusted to be an acting Beta. What's worse, it would seem that his true mate, Sam, was rejecting him as well that made Zack went into hiding.

A feeling I thought I had left behind when I left the Downfall Pack, but really would never forget for the life of me. The feeling… of being an outcast.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow

I have always been treated as an outcast by my father and even the lowest ranking members of my pack. My name is Skylar, I am from the Crescent pack and my father is the Alpha. I have never shifted before and this has been a major stigma in my life. People see me as weak, shameful and unworthy to be a member of my pack, and even more on worthy to be the Alpha’s daughter. I keep trying my best to prove myself but it’s never good enough. When it seems like things couldn’t get worse for me, everything spiral’s out of my control, not like I had any control over my life anyway. After a masked one night stand with the Alpha of a rival pack, who is known for being ruthless, things become more t

"My wolf can’t smell the clockwork anymore. He smells the old blood of the mountain. We are entering the territory of the first-generation outcasts." A low, guttural chanting began to echo off the dark, glassy walls of the cavern, vibrating through the soles of our boots. From the shadows of the obsidian pillars, dozens of hulking silhouettes emerged. These were the Basalt Outcasts. Their skin was a cracked, grey patchwork of calcified stone and dark, thick veins that glowed with a faint, volcanic orange. They did not carry refined iron or brass; they wielded massive, jagged slabs of raw obsidian, their eyes burning with a wild, lawless hunger as they looked at the silver-mesh armor of our v