Vault 112 Novels & Stories

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.

It was filled with cobwebs as he used one of his masked hands to uncover the cobwebs pressing the botton in the process. Instantly, something beeped twice and red thick lines appeared in front of the vault and soon it disappeared. "It gone, move closer!" Vixen said from the buds and they walked closer to the vault freely. It was actually made of metal steel as an electric lock came to view. "The password is a mix of special letters and numbers!" Nexus muttered. "Have you gotten it!" Onyx asked. "Not yet! It too complicated!" Nexus replied.

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.”

I felt it and Inferno did too. “It is anchored,” he said within. Zenith exhaled slowly. “Open it.” Lucien activated the seal. The interior unfolded. Not physically expanding outward but internally widening. A contained dimensional fold. Lucien’s eyes sharpened. “Capacity?” “Two hundred liters,” Zenith replied. “In a vessel that weighs less than a kilogram.” Lucien allowed himself a quiet nod. “This changes battlefield sustainability.” Yes. The Crimson Vault was portable, sealed and Oath-bound. Each vampire in the Haven would carry one. Linked to the mind-network. If a Vault was stolen, it would not open. If a Vault was corrupted, it would ignite. Not explosively but purgingly.

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.”

Vivan said as his body fell down on floor covered in pool of his own blood while his eyes remained on Ravan face in meantime Ravan to kept his eyes on Vivan who was now slowly slipping in to death mouth by standing tall above him holding ‘khanda’ in his hand as blood kept oozing form his arm where bullet was shot when unexpectedly a lone tear drop escaped his left eye and rolled down his cheek. Once Vivan soul…. slowly left his body Ravan drop down his sword on ground and hastily made his way towards Shabbier underground area, a secret place where many of illegal good like guns, drugs, alcohol and explosives were stored, Since Ravan was well familiar with this underground tunnel he did not w

I plugged in a USB drive, started coding, while Severiano stood by the door, arms crossed. After two hours I looked up. " I'm done. You can test it.” Severiano stepped to the scanner, red light swept his face, a soft aound beeped, the inner door unlocked. " Now, it's your turn,” he said. I steooed in, same red lights, same beep, and the door opened. I typed the last command. “Remote shutdown active. If my phone or yours sends the code ‘bkackout,’ the vault seals for seventy-two hours. No override.”

Not with her beside him. Suddenly the chamber flared white. Carson pulled Justina into his arms instinctively as bright codes streamed across the walls like falling stars. “Carson—something’s happening—” she whispered. “I see it,” he murmured, holding her tighter. The projections merged into a single blinking message: ACCESS GRANTED — VAULT 0 Justina’s eyes widened. “Vault Zero? Carson, there’s another vault?” Carson inhaled sharply, a cold sharpness entering his gaze.

Penelope’s mouth opened, then shut. Vivienne looked between them. “Wait. Danae Vale?” She staggered back, eyes wide. “She was at my induction.” The screen flickered again. Vault-7 Location: Mobile. Active. Host Status: En Route. Isolde stepped forward. “Where is it?” Penelope’s voice cracked. “It’s not a place.” They all stared. “It’s me.” The air dropped ten degrees in the vault room. “Penelope Vale” was no longer just the name of a rebel hacker with press contacts and stolen security clearance. She was the fail-safe. The final vault. And she had just been triggered.