Novel & Cerita The Vault Dweller

She slumped with the impact. She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.” Men guffawed. No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God! Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion. A/N Thank you everyone who has decided to read this book. Follow my I*G* to get updates on latest books and inspirations. Remember to leave comments. Happy reading. XX KK

Anom approached them, observing the intricate patterns and designs adorning the papers, which seemed to be related to the enigmatic ruins. His gaze swept across the room, and he noticed a barely discernible door nestled within the back wall. Constructed from the same material as the wall itself, it blended seamlessly, making it challenging to spot. Intrigued, Anom closed the distance and gently pushed the door. It yielded without resistance, indicating that it wasn't locked. 'How careless,' Anom thought as he observed the room. Inside, there were three containers of different sizes, all locked. With deft precision, Anom swiftly picked the locks using his blade.

His heart was hammering against his ribs, a dark, addictive mixture of terror and desire pulling him deeper into the labyrinth. He stopped outside Vault 3. The bronze status plate read OCCUPIED. Julian reached out, his fingers resting on the heavy brass handle. He turned it, pushed the heavy door open, and stepped into the room. The vault was dimly lit, illuminated only by recessed floor lights casting long shadows across velvet-covered pedestals displaying rare sculptures and locked glass cases of estate jewelry. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, locking automatically. Before Julian could turn around, a massive hand reached out from the gloom, gripping his throat with firm, unyiel

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

With his sword drawn, Kael commanded, "Step back." The door creaked open to show a pitch-black hallway that seemed to go on forever into the ground. From inside, a subtle hum reverberated through the earth beneath their feet. "This is it," Doran declared in a dreadful tone. "The Vault's centre." Zara inhaled deeply before entering, with the others trailing closely behind. They had never been in a passageway like this before. The shiny, smooth walls were carved with designs that appeared to move and change. There was a slight metallic tang to the chilly air.

He didn't walk; he prowled, dragging her toward the gaping, rusted maw of the Seed Vault. Inside, the air was different. It didn't just smell of frost; it smelled of old earth and ancient genetics. The shard had turned the world’s final insurance policy into his den. Thousands of seeds—the blueprints of a lost world—were encased in ice, glowing with a faint, rhythmic pulse that matched the Beast’s glacial eyes. "Stay," he commanded, dropping her onto a pile of furs and scavenged insulation. Jade coughed, the warmth of the vault’s interior hitting her lungs like a physical blow. She watched him move. He was a marvel of terrifying engineering, his back a landscape of exposed wires and reinforc

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.

He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair. “Who are you with?” His voice was rough. “I’m… I’m alone,” I stuttered. He yanked me and I hit the floor, my wrist scraping slightly. He pulled me up again and placed the knife near my head, leading me into the building near the alley. Inside, I saw Orion Kade seated upstairs, watching. He looked at me, I couldn’t tell what he would do next. “We found her in the alley. She seems like a bug.”

A vast, infinite inventory grid. Each square held an item. Gleaming weapons I didn’t recognize but whose weight I could almost feel. Vials of iridescent liquid. Orbs of contained lightning. Artifacts humming with dormant power. All arranged with a militant, perfect precision. My breath caught, strangled in my throat. The vault. The personal dimensional vault only top-tier veterans with obscene amounts of Game credit could unlock. A legend whispered about in the forums. I’d just opened mine. “So that’s how you do it,” the blurry figure in my dream had said, her voice an echo of my own.

I looked at the screen and I prayed to every version of my father I had ever known, the one who made pancakes on Sundays, the one who whispered riddles in the dark, the one who apparently played two of the most dangerous families in the city against each other and somehow thought love was enough of a shield to leave behind. The machine hissed. A series of deep clicks moved through the wall. The light turned green. But the locker didn't open. Instead the floor began to vibrate beneath our feet, a low, resonant rumble that climbed up through my legs and into my chest. The wall behind the pedestal was moving, the stone splitting cleanly down the centre, swinging wide to reveal a dark space that