The Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

Drew and Jack instructed the men to stand in stationed places as they invaded the building. He was a bit surprised that he and Jack were able to infiltrate the building without any problem. They got to the entrance that led to other areas of the building. Jack took the right-wing while Drew took the left. Slowly and steadily, Drew climbed up the steps leading to the vaults. Earlier, Jack had briefed him on where the vaults were kept and he had no issues discovering it. As Drew got to the entrance of the massive gold mine, his wolf growled within.

What if the cipher meant something else? Then, a dark shadow detached itself from the far stone pillar. A figure wrapped in a heavy, unbadged winter cloak crept silently down the stone steps. They moved with fluid, deadly grace, holding a small iron lock-pick in one hand and a vial of dark, smoking acid in the other—an acid designed to eat through heavy iron vault seals. My heart hammered against my ribs as the figure crouched before the vault door, inserting the iron pick into the keyhole.

“We will need to get your details into the system so you have your own access to the vault.” “The Vault?” I asked, and he grinned and opened the heavy door. I looked through and saw stone steps going down. I glanced at Drake, who just smiled in return and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs. I looked at Elias before taking a breath and heading down the stairs.They seemed to go on forever, but I finally got to the bottom and saw another set of doors, although these were metal set into the stone walls. Drake pressed his fingers to another pad, and it lit up green and the doors slid open. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw.

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

And beside my father, grinning like this was the funniest thing they had ever seen, were Riko and Daren. "Did you really think I wouldn't know about this place?" Aldrich asked. His voice bounced off the chamber walls, filling the space. "The Daevari vault. Hidden for centuries. I've had scouts watching these mountains for weeks, waiting to see if anyone would be stupid enough to try and reach it." I couldn't speak. My throat had closed up completely. The hunger was going insane in my chest, thrashing against my ribs like it wanted to tear its way out.

Just an address in the shadowed underbelly of the city, a warehouse district where the elite hid their dirtiest secrets. I should have burned it. Isla Vire did not bow to anonymous summons. But curiosity gnawed at me, sharp and insistent. Rumors swirled about The Vault, a private sanctum where the powerful traded in flesh and fantasy, curated by a man known only as The Curator. He orchestrated every moan, every surrender, pulling strings from the darkness. Women entered as guests and left as playthings, or so the whispers went. I crumpled the card, but the pull was too strong. What if I could expose him? Turn his game against him?

The silence was total. Not just digital. Sacred. “This is outside the system,” Domenik said. Eirwen glanced at him. “So am I.” The final door had no code. No scanner. He pricked his palm with the tip of his obsidian ring and pressed the blood against a plate of bone-white stone. It hissed, then slid back. The Vault. It wasn’t metal. It was marble, smoke-streaked and domed, like a mausoleum turned data chamber. Dozens of sealed compartments lined the walls—some burned, some intact. Some marked with names.

"The night guards switch in ten minutes. That's when the corridor will be empty." I nod, understanding her help. She hurries away, her footsteps fading quickly. I wait ten minutes before I move. Soon I get to the vault door that looms before me. My hands shake as I insert the key. The lock makes creaking noises- when was the last time anyone opened this? The sound seems to echo through the entire building so much that I think it will draw attention. Inside, the vault is thick darkness.The wall is filled with our pack's accumulated wealth. Gold, jewels, ancient artifacts - generations of prosperity stored away. And all of it worthless compared to what they're doing to Alora.

I was done waiting. I crossed the upper archive in twelve steps, down the central aisle to the security obelisk guarding the main stairwell to the lower vaults. The stone monolith pulsed as I approached, sensing my identity, pulling rank and permissions from the magic encoded in my blood. Nyx signatures were old. Resistant to tampering. The vault should’ve opened. It didn’t. Instead, the obelisk glowed amber, then red. ACCESS DENIED. VAULT SEALED BY FACULTY OVERRIDE.

He makes his way to the table and tries to observe the map. It’s a well-made design for an old castle which was under an independent vampire not long ago. The structure is perfectly described, separating the main building and the dungeons. Several red crosses are drawn around the dungeon section which easily attracts a viewer’s attention. Oliver points in that area and says, “These are the cells.” “There are so many of these.” “Which states that the number of the captives is uncountable!”