Vault 112 Novels & Stories

"You touch her and I'll kill you. I'll rip your throat out with my teeth!" "Hard to do that when I'm pulling them out one by one," Vane whispered. He leaned over, his breath smelling of stale coffee and tobacco. "But first, I want to know about the vault. The real one. The one your precinct seized from the docks." "I don't know anything about a vault." Vane sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. He signaled to a guard who brought over a heavy car battery and a set of jumper cables. "Let's see if we can't jumpstart your memory," Vane said, his eyes gleaming.

They are establishing a perimeter to begin their siege operation. I approached the historic computer terminals that were situated along the wall. The screens displayed a black appearance as they had accumulated decades of dust. I explained my plan to attack our main vault door by saying "Vanessa will not attack because I know the entrance to the main vault door. " The door was built from pure titanium, which had Royal magic protection. She knows she can't break it. She's going to try to flush us out. Liam asked, "How will you do that?

I lost my footing on the slick pavement, hitting the ground hard. “Dammit!” My palms were raw, and blood seeped through the fabric at my knees. The sting was sharp, but the panic in my chest was sharper. I fumbled for my phone and hit Noah’s name. One ring. Two. Five. On the seventh attempt, he finally picked up. “Ivy? What’s happened? I’m still at the Ryder Global labs—we’ve got a massive breach in the firewalls. The whole security pack is working overtime. Did you finish your shift at the medical center?”

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

Not a foreign agent. A ghost signal from inside Phoenix’s oldest core. She sat up in the dim LUX lab, pulled her hoodie over her head, and isolated the node. The code was old. Familiar. Messy. But it was live. And Vault-coded. Rachel read Camellia’s message thirty minutes later. Her eyes narrowed at the screen. “Legacy Phoenix node active. No staff logins. Vault signature found.” She tapped the desk, then walked to her private safe, opening a hidden drawer.

My stomach flipped. “Vault Eleven,” I said again. “It’s underground.” Matteo pulled out a flashlight. “Why does this feel like a trap?” “Because it probably is,” Ricardo muttered, drawing his gun. We descended, one step at a time, the air growing colder. The walls were covered in vines—no, wires. Old electrical cables, dead and coiled like veins. Then the stairs ended. And the vault opened before us. A massive chamber, half-lit by dying bulbs that still clung to life, flickering in and out. Shelves lined the walls with dusty books, old machinery, blueprints, maps… files.

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. .

Inside is a gold necklace, half of a heart. There are some other, more useful items in my box spring as well: a Glock nine-millimeter and some ammunition, a Canadian passport with my picture and someone else’s name, twenty thousand dollars in cash in four neat bundles of five thousand each. There’s also a small black notebook containing vital pieces of information, among them the account number and PIN for a bank account where I’ve saved a bit of money, and the name and contact information for a man who promised me a long time ago that he’d help me disappear-for good, if necessary.

There was no other attack for a while, then suddenly, Gavrael groaned and stumbled forward. “What’s wrong?” I asked in panic as I held him. “I dunno, I just feel really weird, and my head is pounding, and…” His gaze suddenly snapped up. “You need to put up the barrier, Adaira.” He said to me. “It’s not needed, we’re doing okay right n…”

LOCATION SHIFT – HIDDEN SERVER BAY, VAULT-0 REMNANT TIME: UNKNOWN The ghost code didn’t just delete. It reseeded. In the dark, one terminal reawakened. Not with Solene’s name. Not with Morrow’s. But with a pulse. A tiny flicker. > Subject: VAIRO-LINE.2X Status: Gestation. Active. Heartbeat Detected. Origin: Ember Valeska SAFEHOUSE, NIGHTFALL She stood outside the doorway now. Not looking in. Not looking back. Lucien leaned in the doorway, watching her shadow.