Vault 112 Novels & Stories

I did have invested in his dream. I checked the vault again. Searching for more clues will help me get closer to waking up from this nightmare. I found the documents related to this Vault. I checked it and found the updated password it. 84623. I wondered for a while that why would I have kept this number as a password. Then my eyes drifted to my handwriting near it. 8-4-6-2-3. V-I-N-C-E. .

The main structural terminal flashed a bright, warning violet. ​CRITICAL NOTICE: SECURE BASEMENT CRYPTO-VAULT SECTOR 00 HAS COMPROMISED. THE FOUNDER'S automated SELF-DESTRUCT LOGIC HAS BEEN TRIGGERED BY AN ANONYMOUS OUTSIDE KEY. ​Arthur Vance's final, hidden fail-safe—one that Vivian's future knowledge had never encountered—had just been activated from a terminal hidden deep within the lowlands.

“No windows at all. Looks like the only way in is through an underground garage. Guards everywhere. The place is locked down like a fortress. Not sure what the smartest move is. She’s got serious protection.” My phone chirped again, Valerian calling. “Marcus, hold on. Valerian is on the line.” I switched over. “What’ve you got?” He sounded pissed and frustrated. “I found the vault.” “Why do you sound like that’s bad news?” Valerian let out a long breath. “I went down into the lower levels of the castle. It’s a freaking maze, tunnels and passages everywhere, most of them ancient. Only a handful even have electric lights. I tailed a couple of guards down one of the longest ones, staying in the

"Sila ang nagdadala ng buhay sa buong bansa. Sila ang natural na Power Grid ng Earth na matagal nang sinubukang sirain ng mga Precursors." ​ANG VAULT OF AGES ​Sa dulo ng kanilang pagbaba, narating nila ang isang dambuhalang pinto na gawa sa puting ginto. Walang keypad, walang retina scanner. Tanging isang uka na kasya ang tambuli ni Lakan.

I repeated, trying to sound calm. “Yes. The password,” he said, his gaze narrowing. “Oh… okay… where do I… put it in?” I asked, glancing around, utterly confused. He gave me that look again… the one that screamed what a crazy lady. “Say it there,” he said, pointing toward a small statue by the side of the gate. I turned to it. A little wolf figure, carved with sharp detail, almost lifelike, was by the gate. “LunarGate_13,” I said confidently.

He led her toward a small, reinforced steel door at the base of the structure, where two men in tactical gear stood guard, their faces masked and their weapons held at the ready. "Welcome to Vault 77-B-Delta, Verina," the driver said, pushing her into a high-speed industrial lift that smelled of wet concrete and ozone. "The world thinks the Vane energy codes are digital, they think they are hidden in servers and encrypted clouds, but the real power of this city is biological. It’s in the marrow, it's in the lineage, and today, you are going to pay the debt your father tried to run away from."

To pull out a gun and force him to sign. But he doesn't. Instead, his cell phone suddenly vibrates violently in his pocket. He pulls it out, his eyes scanning the screen. The encrypted notification is flashing red. I can see the words from where I'm standing. CRITICAL BREACH. VAULT 01 TOTAL DRAIN. Vane's hand immediately drops to the grip of his weapon. His eyes shift around the quiet library, scanning the shadows like he's expecting an ambush.

After alighting to open the door for Frost, Leo took a step towards the hotel before hearing his boss calling out. "Did you remember to take care of the emendations in the contract? Asked Frost. Leo gave a nod and they proceeded to the reception area. Even before inquiring, the receptionist, in a light red blazer and matching pleated skirt, went forward and, with a slight bow, asked if they were there to see Mr. Vanross. Leo affirmed, and the receptionist led them towards the special elevator that would take them up to the rooftop where Mr. Vanross, popularly known as Mr. V, was waiting for them.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

“EMP burst. Short range. Might disrupt the connection.” Before he could trigger it, Raine vanished. One blink—gone. A heartbeat later, the Vault’s entrance slammed shut. Sealed. Deep underground, containment lights flared red. And a new message surfaced: > CATALYST ACCEPTED VAULT SIGMA: ONLINE SUBJECT R-113: PRIMED INITIATING PHASE: GHOST PROTOCOL Amelia backed away from the terminal. “No,” she whispered. “That protocol was never meant to be activated. Not without a handler. Not without control.”