Sodor Fallout Thomas Novels & Stories

"My father would have—" "Your father was already dead by then," Thomas said sharply. "And I had no reason to trust that whatever protection your family could offer would actually hold against council power. So I made a choice. I fed them small things. Nothing that mattered, or so I told myself. Patrol schedules. Minor security details. Enough to keep my daughter safe without actively endangering anyone here." "And the message to Reyes?" Damon asked. "The one that brought Ironwood to our doorstep?" Thomas's face crumpled slightly. "I didn't send that. I swear to you, I didn't send that. Whatever I passed along recently was standard reporting, nothing about the vessel, nothing about the chambe

Thomas himself was built like a tank, with three sons who looked like they could bench-press small cars. “So you're Christian's new female.” Thomas looked me up and down. “Here to tell me I'm wrong about my territory?” “I'm here to listen to your case.” For the next hour, Thomas shouted. Literally shouted. About his grandfather's markers, his family's maintenance of the hunting trails, and his contributions to the pack. His wife, Linda, sat in the corner, wringing her hands, looking like she'd aged ten years from stress. Thomas's youngest son, Michael, kept glancing at his phone, his expression miserable.

“He’s the Alpha right now.” Liam roared once more. Thomas collapsed completely. Blood trickled from his nose. Samuel whispered, “Adrian…” “Yes?” “Is he killing him?” Adrian looked down at Thomas. “…Almost.” Thomas gasped weakly. “You… can’t let a baby kill me…” Adrian crouched beside him. “Why not?” Thomas coughed. “I can help you.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “How?” Thomas whispered desperately, “White wolves attract enemies.”

Dad whispers, as I look at Thomas across the table and wish again that I had the mind meld thing to give him a piece of my mind. Dad and I have been watching the tension and attraction between the two of them for weeks and it’s been getting harder and harder for us to ignore. It’s pretty obvious that they could be mates – it’s been that way since they first met and Anders fell over himself introducing himself. “Not the time or place and not your business Con.” Thomas barks back and stands. “My apologies everyone, I’m suddenly not feeling well so will go back to the house. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Just enough: that Sarah was being very quiet, that we were worried, that we wanted protection for our daughter. “I’ll send some names.” Thomas replied, and I heard the sound of a keyboard in the background. “There’s a guy I know, he worked with witness protection. Discreet, competent.” “Thank you.” “Dorian…” Thomas hesitated. “Do you really think she would try something?” “I don’t know.” I answered, looking through the glass door that opened onto the garden. “But I’m not going to take the risk.”

" Many people called me a monster over the years but I can say this much, if I am a monster just know it was your people that set me on the path to becoming one. Do me a favor and remember one thing. I hate your people, don't give me a reason to end your life and those of your friends." "Hayden, you good?" Thomas asked over his shoulder. As if a haze was lifted from Christopher his narrowed eyes opened wide and he saw the pale terrified look on Sarah's face, his hand still around her throat which he could feel her trembling underneath his grip. He blinked his eyes a few times as they dart around in almost every direction. Slowly he began releasing his grip on her. "I- I am sorry." He muttere

~DAMIAN~ I walked inside and went straight to the living room, then sat on the sofa and tried to process what Thomas just told me. Sierra was his sister, but how would that be possible? Sierra was Mr. Reid's daughter, and it won't make sense that Mr. Reid was also Thomas's father because his father died when he was still a little boy—nine years old, and Mr. Reid was alive at that time. “Damian?” Only hearing Thomas's voice from the other end brought me back to my senses as I realized the phone was still pressing on my ear.

“What happened?” Thomas looked at himself. “I was once a young man in search of a life. My parents dumped me in the gutters as I was born out of wedlock. It took time but I discovered their names. The price for that knowledge being driven from the city. I was surrounded by sick people in the height of the Spanish flu. This was my final end until he turned up.” William watch along with Thomas as the handsome, smartly dressed doctor stepped into the dirt covered rotten smelling dwelling. The man touches his barely beating chest before biting him. Death was replaced by immortality…

Joseph died instantly, while Thomas suffered compound fractures in both legs and was pulled from the wreckage in a deep coma. Soon after, the media dug up all the scandals—the dirty secrets of the Sinclair family, Sarah's true identity, and their abuse of me. The once-prominent Sinclair family collapsed overnight. When Thomas woke up in intensive care and learned of Joseph's death and his own permanent disability, he suffered a complete mental breakdown and was transferred to another psychiatric hospital. He spent his days muttering to himself, calling out "Cynthia" to empty air. After trying to escape, Sarah had a lobotomy. Day after day, she endured torturous "treatment", living a fate wor

Thomas added, standing up towering over her, his face only showed confusion and blameworthiness. "Which part should we not have done?" "Everything!" Thomas added a little aggressive. "I was lonely and vulnerable... missing my Merri." Faith rolled her eyes. "Does she miss you where ever she is? That is the question." Thomas sat down onto the many stacks of hay. In distress, he let out a quiver. He had no reason to justify everything they had done. He could not blame her either. Thomas felt responsible. As a man he should have been able to hold his peace, when she did despicable things to him. Not even Merri had ever done that. He was disgusted with himself, how Faith had licked his manhood an