Vault 81 Novels & Stories

Because the war had just become infinitely more complicated. Vincent said come to The House. Gabriel said don't trust Vincent. Elena trusted Gabriel. But Elena once trusted Vincent too. Every path led into darkness. And nobody knew which road would destroy them first. Far away in the mountains, deep beneath The House, a security alarm began flashing red. Vincent Ravelino looked up from his desk. One of his men entered immediately. "Sir." Vincent's eyes narrowed. "What happened?" The man looked nervous. "Sector Eight."

Both are the only things in this entire world I cannot afford to lose. I reach for the secure phone on the desk. I dial Viktor first. He answers immediately, the sound of the Atlantic wind howling through the scrapyard in the background. "What’s the status of the vault?" I demand. "The perimeter is secure," Viktor replies, his tone steady and completely serious. "I have twenty men on the grounds. The vault sensors are active. Nobody has breached the tree line." "Good. Keep it that way. The Russians are shifting focus. They want the tanks."

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.

The drive from Zurich to Geneva was a tense, silent bullet-train ride in the back of a leased utility van, its interior stripped and fitted with comms gear and weapons lockers. Leon drove, his focus absolute. Maya hunched over a ruggedized laptop, refining her data probes, mapping the likely internal layout of The Vault based on intercepted architectural pings. Klaus remained behind in Zurich, a nervous but vital link in the fragile chain.

They set out in their real forms, as bats and flew away. Violet had a great time studying the house, she knew she had a long way to go but it didn’t matter, as long as she was getting herself busy. She found out that each member of this house has a particular lane for himself and the lane had a design of their choice. It was unimaginably real, A house as big as this one, with over 15 chambers that she has noted. How many more was she yet to see? Violet kept walking till she met Kimora. She still had no idea of who Kimora was. But she was told yesterday night, how could she have forgotten?

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

Valerie said, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. She stopped twenty feet away, just outside the threshold where the dying guard lay motionless. "You actually bypassed Arthur's biometric trigger. I'll admit, I underestimated the bastard's bloodline protocol." "You underestimated me," I replied, stepping out from behind Killian just enough so she could see my face; our shared face. "The vault is locked to my authorization now, Valerie. You can kill us both, but without my thumbprint and this keycard, you'll never see what's inside Sub-Level 3."