Vault 95 Novels & Stories

Across from me sat Vane and a panel of three other regional governors. ​"Node 09 in the Appalachians is still unresponsive, Nora," Vane said, tapping a red icon on the table. "The local population is starving. We need the hydroponic vaults open by the weekend." ​"The biometric lock on 09 requires a three-stage sequence," I said, my voice weary. "I’ve given your teams the first two. I will provide the third once I have confirmation that the Echoes have been moved to the island sanctuary we discussed."

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.

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.

Evelyn’s recorded voice said, as if answering his exact thought, "you will find nine blue glass vials sealed with gold wax. Each vial contains the baseline DNA profile taken on the night of the delivery. Compare vial one to vial nine, Noah. If you have the courage to look at the lab tags, you will see why Arthur Vance hid the ninth boy far away from New York." The cassette player gave a sharp CLICK, and the tape stopped spinning completely. The silence that followed was suffocating. Noah reached into the dark safe, lowering his hand to the bottom shelf. His fingers touched the cold, smooth glass of nine small vials lined up in a custom velvet box. Each vial was capped with bright gold wax, l

"But as I recall, you need my bloodline key to open doors around here. You can't keep me locked up anywhere." ​"Don't test me," Julian purred, his grip tightening around her waist for a brief, breathless second before he reluctantly let his hands slide down to her hips, stepping back to take in the vast interior of the vault. ​The inner sanctuary of Shaft 9 was not a dusty storage room. It was a state-of-the-art corporate archive built into the bedrock, featuring server racks glowing with soft blue LED lights, glass-encased physical ledgers, and a central obsidian pedestal housing a sleek, biometric safe.

“I am protecting you because your survival benefits my war.” His words should have hurt, but instead they grounded me. I did not want pity. I wanted purpose. “What do you need from me?” I asked. He studied me for a long moment, as if weighing what I was truly capable of. “There is a vault,” he said finally. “Owned by Vaughn Industries. It is located beneath their abandoned research facility on Riverlane Street. Your father used it for storing confidential documents and prototypes. I believe the rest of the evidence we need is inside it.”

I said, standing up and brushing off my dress. ‎ ‎We turned to the Vault door. ‎ ‎It was huge. Twelve feet high. No handle. No keypad. Just a smooth, silver surface with a single, needle-thin indentation in the center. ‎ ‎"Jinx," Kaelen said. "Lasers?" ‎ ‎"Cut," Jinx reported. "You have three minutes before the backup generator resets the grid." ‎ ‎"Celeste," Kaelen said, stepping back. "You're up." ‎

​Three elite enforcers were neutralized in less than eight seconds. ​As the dense fog began to clear, Vivian stepped through the threshold, her sidearm leveled toward the center of the primary vault room. ​The heavy vault doors had been burned completely open. Standing inside the chamber, holding a sleek, locked silver briefcase containing the pristine vials of the raw chemical compounds, was Commander Vane.

Chapter 45 The penthouse alarms screamed as the private elevator shaft was breached from below. Victor’s second, a scarred wolf named Kade, led the last of the loyalists up through the emergency access. They had cut the main power but the reinforced wards still held the doors for precious seconds.

"Inside. Both of you." She herded us into the small, concrete room at the top of the mountain. It was filled with old machinery and rusted tools. In the back was a heavy steel door. "The vault," Julian whispered. Seraphina walked over to the keypad next to the door. She typed in a code. Access Denied. She cursed. "What's the code?" "I told you," Julian said. "555-Alpha-Zulu." She typed it in. Access Denied. "You lied!" she screamed, whipping around and pointing the rifle at Julian's head.