Miracles From The Vault Book Novels & Stories

We hit the vault door, a massive steel slab carved with crescent moons, humming like a live wire. “What the hell’s causing that?” Ember asks, her Moon Eyes glinting as she scans the door. “No clue,” I say, punching the code into the keypad. “But we’re finding out.” The door groans open, the hum louder now, vibrating in my chest. Inside, the vault’s lined with locked cases—secrets of Raven’s Peak, treaties, tech. At the center, a pedestal holds a glowing scroll, pulsing like a heartbeat. I freeze. “That wasn’t here before.”

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

Dreams had no place in the Shadowveil, where each day's survival required complete focus on the immediate and the tangible. Instead, she withdrew the small book from beneath her pallet—her true treasure. Its cover was worn smooth from handling, the pages dog-eared and fragile. She'd found it years ago, discarded in a noble's trash, and had taught herself to read from its contents. It detailed basic magical theory, far too elementary for any noble child but a revelation to Xalara.

“I will follow, but the vault has a biometric scanner. It only opens with Vaughn blood. They built it to prevent internal betrayal, yet ironically it makes you the only person with the ability to access it. Your stepmother is not a Vaughn by blood. Amelia is but she has never been linked to the vault. You are.” A strange knot formed in my stomach. “My father built something like that?” “He built worse,” Adrian replied. “You just never saw it.” He walked to a shelf and retrieved a sleek, encrypted tablet. He held it out for me to see a diagram of the underground vault. The instructions looked like something from a high-security government facility.

Amara knew full well what he might be thinking now, she had gone through the stage of denial herself upon learning of her squad mates' activities. On the dais, the Virtue had extended her hand toward LJ and Haneul, tendrils of magic wrapped around her fingers. The bodies shook in contact with the magic, and a great amount of dark violet smoke emanated form their skin. It lasted for a minute, then the bodies stayed still, jerked again once, and melted into dust, earning a surprised gasp from the audience. "No," Javi murmured, his vessel as pale as it was back in Varanasi.

The fog quivered, and for an instant, the ruins seemed to breathe. Kael watched quietly, his eyes reflecting her glow. “What do you see?” he asked. Violet’s pupils dilated. “Echoes. Blood. The magic here… it’s ancient. Someone hid the book here once — I can feel its residue.” Her voice faltered. She turned toward the shattered wall, where a faded portrait of a priest hung askew. Her steps slowed. “There,” she whispered. She reached forward, pulling the frame aside. The stone behind it groaned — and with a soft click, a secret panel shifted open, revealing a hollow chamber no larger than a coffin. Dust spiraled in the air.

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

CHAPTER 36 The air in the vault buzzed with static electricity as my fingers grazed the cool, adorned surface of the floating black box. For a second, time stood still. My breath got caught in my throat as I anticipated the worst. Suddenly, a blinding flare of light exploded from the box, nearly blinding me. The box vibrated with brutal force, sending a violent wave across the room. The force shattered the stone pillars around us and tore open the roof of the chamber. Dust, huge debris, and chunks of rock descended on us like a hailstorm. The force of the ancient magic tore through the vault's foundation.

The next day, three hours after training with Miracle and my mates, I was laying down on the bed when my phone rang. It was Avilla, she said she'd be coming over with the book. Within thirty minutes later, I got a text from her that she was outside waiting with Meg. I ran down stairs, smiled at the duo, before leading them to my room. “This is it girl,” Avilla handed the book to me. It was a thick covered book, old looking and had a bit of dusk, but without a tear. I skimmed through it immediately, pursing my lips as my eyes ran across the words.