Storyteller Fallout Novels & Stories

The thunk and swish of something by my head caught my attention and I saw Cassi’s ball and chain connect with the face of a Nephilim, who staggered backwards clutching his face, blood pouring down. “Pay attention Liam” she growled, her eyes hard as she dropped into her fighting stance, readying herself for the next strike. The Nephilim screeched as he launched himself at her, she swung again and I heard his skull crack, blood pouring from the side of his head. Quick as lightning I unsheathed my blades and swung them together, so they cut his head clean off before he even knew what was happening. His eyes wide in surprise and mouth formed an O as blood sprayed through the air, the tang of blo

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

*Cataclysm Teaser Avalanche is currently writing a thrilling story, which made him known and had a lot of readers and fans in an instant while he's chilling and reading the story of Sandstorm, he fell asleep. Avalanche is a fan of Sandstorm which he doesn't deny, he even introduce Sandstorm to his readers just to continue what Sandstorm's begun.* I saw that he think of something. “Why don’t you do the style you usually do? It seems like your narration style there isn’t you.” He said.

The happy faces of Jax and the Hunter leader had him intrigued. “You’ll never guess who we met in the forest on our run today?” Said the leader. He was so excited to tell Blake that he didn’t even give him time or a chance to guess. “Picture this. We were mid-way to the other side of the forest when we smelt another pack,” he said using hand gestures and signals to tell his story. “And whose pack was it? None other than the Olden pack.” He nodded his head when he saw the look on Blake’s face. “I know, right? What were the chances?” “What happened?” Asked Blake, dying to find out if a fight broke out or if the Olden pack simply ran away as they usually did. The Hunter leader telling the story

"Fuck, it's too much... but so good. Walls squeezing, milking it like a cock." Jax stepped closer, cock in hand, but I shook my head. "Nine first." The penultimate setting: a powerful, steady roar, full throttle. I buried the toy deep, thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously. "This is the destroyer— vibrates so hard you feel it in your bones. Pushes you over, no choice. Orgasms crash like waves, one after another."

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Emotions raw with everything that had occurred over the last few days, I felt like weeping with the clear suffering this female felt, but I could see it went deeper than her brother’s overbearing hand. At any rate, there wasn’t a shred of doubt in my head about her loyalty or trustworthiness after the way it’d practically crippled her to lay her cards on the table, and it didn’t take long before we were both sprawled out on the bed, talking like we’d known each other for forever instead of for a few hours. I told her about my parents and my life in the fallout shelter, crying all over again as I ruminated about their untimely demise with my newfound friend, though I knew death was an ever-pr

‘Yes’ He thought to answer, but his lips froze with some discontent. "My experience with traitors boiled down to a stabbing in my back, poison in my wine and a prostitute bought in my bed" Kalias replied coldly "but if you will, traitor, I suggest you don’t care too much about what I do or fail to do to the goddess I hold in my power" Renriel laughed. A low, restrained laugh. "If I didn’t know you, my dear, I’d say you’re jealous of your little thing trapped in that horrendous tower," your words came out like some cat purring.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

What was the name of that game? He turned slightly, voice calm. “I wanted to see how far the world had fallen. How quick people are to ruin lives over nothing but whispers. I brought them up so you could all expose yourselves.” A gasp ran through the crowd. “That clip?” Vincent added. “It shows a man dropping off a colleague late at night. That photo in Mombasa? It shows two doctors walking through the mall, probably discussing medicine. The rumors? They came from bitter tongues and jealous hearts. I am sorry it took long for me to reason with logic.”