Vault 112 Novels & Stories

Metal clicked softly, and the ground shifted beneath them a circular platform descending into darkness. Adanna drew her weapon. “You could’ve warned me before stepping on a secret elevator.” He smiled faintly. “I like surprises.” “You like control,” she countered. He didn’t deny it. The platform stopped with a hiss, opening into a cavern lined with flickering blue lights. Giant data towers pulsed like heartbeats, each connected by streams of luminous fiber. It was beautiful in a terrifying way like standing inside the veins of a machine. “The Echelon Vault,” Victor murmured. “It’s still alive.”

"Leo, the final dose is locked in a subterranean vault beneath the Monarch Estate in London. It’s guarded by a private army. If we assault the estate and fail, Victoria destroys the vial, and your mother is dead." "We aren't going to assault it," Leo smirked, a dark, brilliant expression that made Ethan’s heart swell with dangerous pride. "I just hacked their HVAC system. I own their digital infrastructure. We aren't going to break the vault open, Dad." Leo walked back to the monitors, turning them on, displaying the blueprints of the London estate. "We are going to make the vault open itself."

​She pulled up the terminal's accessibility console, a back-door bypass that allowed system administrators to troubleshoot hardware issues without overriding the core encryption. ​Using the command line, she injected a basic script she’d memorized from her conservation software—a tool designed to force a legacy server to sync its system clock with an external time source. If she could force the terminal to look outside the building's network for just a microsecond to verify the time, she could latch her outbound VPN signal onto that brief, unmonitored window. ​She typed in the foundation code of Blackwood Manor's vault: 1792.08.14. ​The screen flickered. A warning prompt appeared in flashing

"The automated turrets we used at the border gate are on a separate circuit, but the internal vault security is tied directly to that console. If your palm doesn't hit that glass in the next sixty seconds, the system registers a hostile takeover. It will drop the thermite payload, Elara. We will burn in a river of liquid gold." I looked through the haze toward the entrance of the cathedral. Through the drifting curtains of white concrete dust, three silhouettes were advancing in a tight, disciplined wedge, their rifle barrels sweeping the rows of iron storage racks. Behind them, a taller, broader figure walked without a weapon, a long wool coat draped over his shoulders, his face illuminated

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

I said, standing up and brushing off my dress. ‎ ‎We turned to the Vault door. ‎ ‎It was huge. Twelve feet high. No handle. No keypad. Just a smooth, silver surface with a single, needle-thin indentation in the center. ‎ ‎"Jinx," Kaelen said. "Lasers?" ‎ ‎"Cut," Jinx reported. "You have three minutes before the backup generator resets the grid." ‎ ‎"Celeste," Kaelen said, stepping back. "You're up." ‎

“Space is one thing. Walking straight back into the lion’s den without protection is another.” “Lion’s den?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “I thought we were dealing with wolves.” Kael’s voice rumbled, low and steady, carrying more weight than the other two combined. “You’re not safe alone.” His eyes, silver-bright even in the morning light, never wavered from hers. “Come with me. My home is deep in the forest. No one can touch you there.” Evelyn’s throat tightened at his tone—not a suggestion, but a claim. A command. She bristled. “That’s absurd. You expect me to just… move in with you? Like some caged thing you can keep an eye on?”

The heir to the Roth family flashes silver eyes as he counters, “Two million.” Everyone held their breath in expectation. Liam whispers numbers in my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “Five million,” I announce. Mr Kingsley's cane taps twice. The chandeliers dim, and their brilliant light fades until the room darkens. Daniella echoes into my earpiece: “The Vault team is moving. They're taking children down there, Nova.” My claws pop out under my gloves. Kieran catches my wrist. “Don't move” I bare my teeth, voice low and angry. “Watch me.” I rip off my gloves as my silver claws gleam under the crystal chandeliers.

“Root server’s at the end of the hall.” They approached the vault door—a massive slab of steel embossed with the symbol of the Lion, still faintly glowing. Alessandro felt the hum through his fingertips when he touched it. “He’s still here,” he said quietly. Lucia was already at the control panel, slicing through the ancient encryption. The lock clicked open after a minute, releasing a slow hiss of cold air that smelled of ozone and dust.

“We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves too much. Sneaking in at five in the morning draws attention. We also don’t want to risk detention.” Looking at the time which reads exactly 9 pm, she opens the door and leads me past the guard who is sleeping deeply. We tiptoe down the stairs and sneak past the ground-floor guard, meeting the rest outside the back door. “Took you guys long enough.” Levi finally says looking at Veronica who walked out the door first. “You don’t rush perfection.” I flip my hair back and he immediately looks away from me. What’s up with him? “Okay, I’ve called two ubers and they should be outside in ten minutes?” Caleb says.