Newvegas Stories

A space marine name Carlos Aurelius belonging to the Ultramarines Chapter, an Astartes who is favourable by all the daughters of the Empress, the Primarchs. He is the one who united the sisters as one and treat each other as equals and family. In turn they treat him as their own little brother. But soon it changes when the Empress suddenly declared Carlos to be banished from the Imperium for eternity for reasons were unknown. Outrage by the Empress declaration, the Primarchs demanded reasons but Brother Carlos accepted it in which caused the Primarchs to be bitter. There he was escorted out of the Imperium by the Adeptus Custodes before giving a last fare well to the Primarchs. However all turns to worst as he was assaulted by warp spawns from the immaterium, heavily injured and battered armour he makes a last stand against the demonic beings until he found himself in a different universe, will Carlos able to return one day to the Imperium or travel through the multiverse seeking adventure and friends along the way. A/N: I don't own anything.......

This is basically a rewrite of my first fic. The first chapter will explain more

Five years after the battle for Hoover Dam, The Courier founds himself yet again on another conflict between multiple opposing factions but this time he's on another world.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 The battle of the hoover dam is over, won by the Courier and Yes-Man, the NCR left in charge of the dam, supervised by Sekuritrons and the Courier took over the lucky 38. One day colonel Moore calls them over to give them a quest to check something out for her in the Fort. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔

This is the end of the planet. Or so they think it is. This is the beginning of a new journey for James. Many have died during the bombs but many more survived it. *i will be using f3 and fnv in this fanfic* *i don't own fallout*

A Fallout New Vegas diary written by me as I role play my way through the game. Enjoy!

Season 1 Fiction for the Fallout Series. Keep in mind that this version is the less detailed version that I have, so please bear with me. Thanks!

Taking Vellumis is one thing, holding onto it is another. With resources stretched thin and a burgeoning new nation that they must protect from those who seek to shackle all hope, Doctor-Commander Cold Iron, Arazni and Myrmidon must navigate a new kind of Battlefield known as 'Statesmanship'. But with a Hobgoblin Warlord, Lost Crusaders and the ever-imposing threat of retaliation by the hordes of whispered undead, it may come to the Doctor-Commander to make a few Deals with the Devil if he is to live to see the next sunrise... Unless he is to see a Fallen Warrior thrust their rapier down his heart first....

This is my first short story, based off of the video game Fallout: New Vegas. It follows the story of a young man named Xander Mason who is an NCR Ranger. Enjoy, and please leave feedback.

The Mojave is a dangerous place. Savage raiders and clans, deadly wildlife, and harsh weather posses the region. Kyle, a former member of the Brotherhood of Steel, left the east when things got tense. He traveled across the wasteland that was once known as The United States of America. He settled down in the small town known as Goodsprings. To make a living, Kyle declared himself to be a mercenary. After hearing about the situation between two factions known as the New California Republic and Caesar's Legion, Kyle decided he wouldn't run away this time. He would stay and fight.

Fun story for all the family!

boone

30 years before the events of Fallout: New Vegas

You weren't meant to fall for him, you were sent to kill him. Once again the burned man escaped death. - Joshua Graham x Reader One shot. Artwork isn't mine.

Season 2 Fan Fiction based on the Fallout Series. Less detailed version. Thank you.

Just a little short story detailing a very memorable experience that I personally had in Fallout: New Vegas. Enjoy!

Why are we here? Well, I don't know about the 'we' part, but I know why I am here, sitting at this table, typing down word after word. I am here, because I am a Storyteller, and I love to tell stories.

"So... The Boomers, is that next on the list?" "Yeah, it may as well be," Aerri hums. There's a pause, an uncomfortable one, before he speaks again, "Um... Listen, about that... I think you should stay behind." "...What?"

This includes my trash for the 3rd and 4th installment, plus New Vegas. I love the games and I need to either play or watch someone play the first and second games, because I'm trash.