Vault 81 Novels & Stories

“The only way out is through the door.” Ava gives me a solemn nod. “They nailed the window shut too. What are we going to do?” I remove the cell phone and gaze at the blank screen. I realize at that moment that my weapon is in the palm of my hands. Throwing the phone hard against the floor, I stomp on it until pieces begin to break off. Ava watches silently as I collect the pieces. “Here,” I hand her a sharp piece of the glass. It’s sharp enough that she can use it like a knife. Taking the other piece, I cover it with my fists and whisper. “I know this is scary, Ava, but if they try to touch you, stab them in the eye, behind the ears or neck. Those are the most vulnerable spots.”Ava gives me

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

I raised my chin and made sure my gaze was locked with his as I said… “I, Adaira Varese of the Brookstone pack, reject you, Gav…” I gasped as his hands wrapped around my throat, he moved me backwards and he pressed me against the bars of the closest cell. “One more word out of you and I will wipe out your entire pack, You are mine now, you have always been mine, and you will remain mine.” With that, he leaned down and sank his teeth into my neck.

“How do we stop it?” “You don’t,” Monica replied. “I do.” She turned to Chase. “You need someone who knows the access code. Victor randomised it through a cipher. It’s based on a password only I know.” A beat passed. Then Chase nodded once. “Gear her up. We’re going now.” 15 Minutes Left… Two SUVs screamed through the Brooklyn back roads. Caleb drove the lead vehicle with Monica beside him, Chase in the second one. Brooklyn Network Tower loomed like a concrete tomb — abandoned, forgotten… but humming with hidden life.

“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.

he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate." "Ever the diplomat, Alpha Sylvain," Lilith quipped, shooting him a bright smile. "Nice to see you, too, Lilith," he called over his shoulder but his warm smile never wavered. Victor's gaze grew distant when he spoke, head shaking slowly with scrunched eyebrows, "If she's away and they get to her and I'm not there to protect her. If I can't get to her and something happens..." With every word uttered, his hand tightened around mine, "No. No, she stays."

"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.

The eightieth floor has been completely severed from the Vanguard Tactical Command Center. [Communication vectors: Jammed.] [Elevator access: Disabled.] Chloe slammed her hand against the mahogany panel. The hydraulic mechanism hissed, smoothly sliding the heavy wood back into place and sealing the offline ledger safely inside the wall. She could not let Liam know what she had found. The knowledge that Julian was her silent guardian was a weapon she would protect with her life. She turned away from the wall and sprinted toward the heavy oak doors of the bedroom. "System," Chloe commanded in her mind, her thoughts sharp and crystalline with adrenaline. "Tap into the localized security cameras

A sealed section folded into the back. He opened it. Read silently. Then looked at her in disbelief. Ariana grabbed it from him. And read aloud: **If Victor Hale cannot secure Isabella, Roman Vale must be contacted. He knows where the second vault is buried.** Ariana looked up slowly. “The second vault?” Victor’s voice turned hard. “I didn’t know this existed.” “Are you lying again?” “No.” Before she could answer— A gunshot exploded downstairs. Then another. A guard screamed.

"Valerius, you take a strike force through the main entrance. Hit them hard, hit them fast. Draw as much attention as possible." "A diversion." "A big one. Haley, can you access their security systems?" "Already inside. Their digital security is laughably outdated—they're still running protocols from 1987." She grinned. "I can loop cameras, disable alerts, and generally make their lives miserable." "Do it. Katherine, you're with me and Marcus. We go in through the service tunnels—maintenance access that predates the vampire occupation." Jack traced a path on the map. "While Valerius keeps them busy, we punch through to the Vault, grab what we need, and get out."