Vault 69 の小説・ストーリー

Chapter: 92 ****** VALE: Days melted into an indistinct haze as I remained locked away in our sanctuary, the outside world a mere whisper beyond my sealed door. I had used my magic to create an impenetrable barrier, a desperate decision to keep anyone from intruding on my fragile reality. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing Virgil like this, nor could I face the fake pity in their eyes. So, I wrapped myself in denial’s embrace, tending to him as if he were still alive.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

What if I actually do want kids and now I have no available sperm machine (Joshua) and I have to get sperm from one of these clinics that give it away in exchange for money. Ok, I'm freaking out. I've lost my mind, the thorny spots have started to mold and affected my brain. I'm turning into a crazy lady. One of which every town has one, I'm going to be known as one because I was left by the only potential future husband because I was to selfish to pop out some babies. Oh my God, Bella. Shut the fuck up. I took deep breaths, regaining energy to hoist myself off the couch and into the bathroom. Losing my clothes on the way over there and instantly getting in the shower, not even flinching whe

The air thickened, the moment weighing heavily with foreboding, as Aiden reached Watson's room, his hand clutching the key tightly, his heart heavy. As his hand closed around the key, he turned it in the lock with a clicking sound into place, the echo down the hall sounding like the death knell of a bell, a grim reminder that the fate that was meant for Watson was sealed. "I don't need to make a mistake," Aiden said to himself, barely over a whisper, while double-checking the lock, securing it, and thus Watson, inside. But Watson was silent as the voice that now hollered down the hallway echoed through it, a loud angry shout that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

There’s no point in arguing because, as annoying as it is, I love Mikhail too, and I’d worry if something were to happen to him. Almost as soon as I disconnect the call, Azazel’s text appears. “What’s a Halo?” Jules asks. I reply distractedly as I read the text. “A Halo is a vampire coven. Unlike humans, vampires have a social hierarchy. The Halo provides vampires shelter, blood, and opportunities to earn money. It also makes them feel protected. My brother, Tristan, is the master of the Halo I work for.” “Your brother?” She quirks a questioning brow. “I thought you only had three brothers, Mikhail, Kell, and Carrick.”

"Alphas, we have a situation, you need to see this now." We rushed to the door and Marcus was standing there holding a tablet, his face was pale. "We just received this video, it was uploaded to every pack's server in the region." He hit play and I saw a figure in a black hood standing in front of a stone wall, the voice was distorted but I could hear the words clearly. "Greetings Silverfang Pack, you have six days to open the vault and deliver its contents to us or we will burn your territory to the ground, we know about the Moon Healer and we know about the binding ritual."

"But Julian... the elevator is dead. How do we get out?" Julian looked up at the emergency hatch—the one Victor had used to flee. It was sealed from the other side, a thick plate of reinforced steel. He looked at the water, then back at me, a strange, crystalline clarity in his eyes. "We don't go up, Elara. We go through." He reached into the medical kit that was still miraculously strapped to his thigh. He didn't pull out a bandage. He pulled out a small, silver vial—the very last of the 'Sequence 6' stabilizer he had developed for Leo.

Feed him dummy data that looks highly classified. “Let him waste a week cracking a code that’s actually empty.” Mavric paused for a moment, then looked at Liora with a sly grin. “My wife truly is a clever little devil.” “Alright, let’s give our Duke a puzzle he’ll never solve.” Meanwhile, at Vanguard Tech’s office, Julian Vane slammed his tablet onto his desk. On the screen, only one message appeared: “Access Denied. Better Luck Next Time, Duke.” accompanied by an emoji of a shattered crown.

Press it. The brick slides in. The wall clicks. A hidden room. And inside the shelves. Vials. Powders. Dried roots. And on the center shelf, labeled in Vincent’s neat handwriting: BLACKROOT — EXTRACT. CONTACT POISON. FATAL IN 72 HOURS. I grab it. “Got you,” I whisper. “HAZEL!” Alaric. Not screaming. Roaring. The mate bond snaps tight, like a rope pulled taut. He’s awake.

“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.