Game Vault 777 Novels & Stories

It should have unlocked by now, considering I had presented the highest bid. "What is happening? Why is the vault not opening? I demand an explanation," I voiced my frustration. "Fortune should have favored you, yet alas, we have altered our policy," the voice explained. "What? When was this change made?" I inquired. "We implemented it recently. If you wish to access our premium services, an additional gold coin must be added to the vault," the voice revealed. "What? Why would you require more gold?" I protested. "It is the new rule," came the definitive response. Aware of my desperation, I wasted no time in retrieving another gold coin from my possession. Fortunately, I had anticipated such

The screen flashed red once, then blinked green. He descended six levels. The air changed. Sterile. Pressurized. The vault corridor looked like something out of a sci-fi prison. White lights. Steel doors. Retinal scanners. Silent as death. He found Vault 713—the one marked with the sigil Leandro had drawn in blood. He placed the chip Amara had smuggled in her bracelet into the reader. Click. The door hissed open. Inside? A single black case. He picked it up. And that’s when he heard the footsteps.

As the afternoon began cooling into evening, they packed their beach supplies and walked toward the parking area. Rohan felt more relaxed than he had in months, the combination of salt air and Camilia’s unwavering support creating a sense of possibility he hadn’t dared embrace. That’s when his phone buzzed. Unknown number. Text message. “Beach house. 30 minutes. Come alone. -RS7749” The code at the end hit him like ice water in his veins. RS7749 was a designation that only three people in the world knew, a fail-safe communication protocol that Dario had established years ago for emergencies that required absolute secrecy.

“Then he’ll either kill him… or turn him against you.” Meanwhile… In Lisbon In a crumbling apartment above a guitar shop, a young man with dark curly hair and ice-blue eyes stared at a screen full of red alerts. Adrian. He was tall, built like a runner, with the kind of angular jaw that mirrored Vincent Ashford in his youth. His fingers flew over the keyboard, bypassing firewalls, rerouting signals, locking onto GPS beacons buried beneath Istanbul’s surface. He had intercepted the broadcast from Vault 7. And he knew, Grace was alive.

The metal card clattered against the floor. "The password is 777777. There are five million dollars in it. After you take this, you'd better pray that the rest of your life will still be peaceful." Saying that, I limped out with Helen's help without sparing Wendy another glance. Behind me, Wendy and the store clerks whispered amongst themselves excitedly. After walking out of that disgusting boutique, I took a deep breath of the fresh air outside and felt revitalized. Upon entering Helen's spacious van, I called Lucas Larson, the chief assistant of my company.

The next day, James returned with details. “The vault is in a private estate Jacob owns outside of the city. He calls it a retreat but it’s more like a fortress. Guards work in shifts and each room is monitored. The vault is below the main study and has biometric access. Fingerprints. Retinal scan. Voice recognition. He uses all three. “Impossible”....I laughed. James smirked. “It isn’t impossible. Very difficult. But I know how to deal with it. We’ll need disguises, timing, and nerves of steel.”

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

“They’re either setting a trap…” “…or sending a message.” ⸻ Alessio quietly picked up the chess queen. He rotated it beneath the light. Something inside rattled. Matteo immediately took out his combat knife. With careful precision… He split the wooden piece open. A tiny silver key rolled onto the table. Attached to it… A metal tag. Vault 7. ⸻ Lorenzo’s eyes widened. “There is no Vault Seven.” “There is now.” Adrian replied softly. ⸻

Something special cooked to hack into his system, the keypad chirps green as the lock disengages with a quiet click. I can’t help smiling. “Thank you for making this easy,” I murmur almost snorting as I step into the vault which is beyond dark,Cold and silent. My eyes filter around the room as I see Shelves lined with artifacts stretching across the room. An antique ancient coin collection, Jeweled daggers, Rare manuscripts all carefully displayed in the vault. All priceless and expensive, every artifact and art work in this room is Enough wealth to fund a small country. But even as a thief none of it interests me.