Vault 112 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The vault door was at the end of it. Heavy iron. Old construction. Covered in ward marks layered over centuries, some so old they had faded to impressions rather than active symbols, newer ones placed directly over them. Viviana studied it for a long moment. "The sequence hasn't changed," she said. "She uses the same closing pattern she uses for everything." She looked at Ryker. "I need sixty seconds of no interruption." "You have it," he said. She worked the vault door. It took fifty-three seconds. The door swung open without sound.

There were not many cars, and they had bodyguards around the building, like they were securing some treasure. I came down, closing the car doors and joining Ethan as he walked through the men on suit that bowed to him, not even bothering to ask us any questions. My eyes roamed everywhere as we walked into the well-designed building. At first, it was just a red lit passage, then we got into the elevator and headed to the second floor, and then we got into the first room. I expected something else, perhaps a private room with booming music, because till now, I haven’t heard a single piece of music. A bar with no music was hella sketchy. But walking into this room gave me an insight into what w

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.