Vault 95 Novels & Stories

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.

finally felt the cold, unyielding hand of the new sovereign wrapped tightly around her throat. "Four... eight... zero... nine..." Isabella whispered, her voice cracking and breaking into pathetic sobs. Lolita nodded to Brent. He entered the code with a vicious, triumphant strike of the enter key. On the floor below us, a heavy, hydraulic groan echoed through the foundation of the villa. The vault was open. Vane’s darkest secrets finally belonged to us. "Good girl," Lolita murmured. A slow, magnificent smile spread across her face as she claimed the board, and a hot shiver of pure worship traced its way down my spine.

The vault was a huge one-man affair, built of solid titanium, paneled in heavy silver plating, the only part of the estate the Alpha could not wall his way through. I raced to the weighty steel door that lay before me. Next to it, mounted to the wall, was a luminous biometric keypad. I sat Ethan upright on his fidgety feet just for one second and maneuvered his tiny back against the wall to protect him. “Stay right behind me,” I breathed, chin quivering and bloody hand trembling on the reader. Scanning... the mechanical voice chimed. Luna heard. Enter passcode. I pressed the uppermost number on a keypad to punch in the six-digit code. I had memorized during our wedding day.

She turned her head slightly, shooting Ethan a sharp look that said: “I told you so.” The heavy steel gate swung open. The officer led them past the massive vault door into a long, quiet room lined from floor to ceiling with thousands of gleaming, polished steel deposit boxes. The air inside the vault was cool, dry, and silent as a grave. The officer stopped at Row 12, stepping up to a large, heavy steel locker near the center of the wall marked with bold gold numbers: BOX 409. He pulled out his master key, inserted it into the left lock, and turned it with a heavy metallic click. "Please insert your key into the right lock, Mrs. Vance."

I demanded, my hand gripping the edge of the marble table until my fingers turned white. "I am currently aboard a private transport heading toward our secondary installation in the Antarctic," Vance-Ross revealed, a dark satisfaction dripping from every word. "Did you really think Victor Sterling built only one vault beneath the ice, my dear? Queen Maud Land was just the testing ground. The true master core.the Third Key.is built beneath the McMurdo Station." "We destroyed the Phoenix Contingency," I said, my voice trembling with rage. "You have no code to run it!" "I don't need your father's code anymore, Aria," Vance-Ross chuckled softly. "I have your biometric signature from the Geneva va

She looked back at me as i reluctantly came down, marching along the line of containers, with nothing to follow but the numbers on. "91" Her lips echoed the numbers she saw, while her hands teased around them. For an organized storage, the numbers were not arranged numerically such that, 124 was the next after storage room, 91. And i wandered, what was really the point of this, it felt almost the police should raid all of it, i mean, someone could be keeping a corpse inside of i- "136" She called, halting as she searched for where to insert the key. "Shit, where now?"

I had no sense of direction. Even after five years on Avenmore Island, I still could not tell north from south. Isaac Norwood always set up my GPS ahead of time. He said he would guide me for the rest of my life. On our wedding day, the bridal car reached Summit Pass Road when he suddenly said the bouquet had been left in the trunk. The moment I stepped out, the car door clicked shut behind me and locked. I saw the driver glance at Isaac through the rearview mirror, like he had known all along. The next second, the motorcade disappeared into the fog. Isaac sent me a voice message. "Walk 999 steps forward and you'll hit a fork in the road. Sabrina says you can't even find the ceremony hal

He turned it over. Vault B," he said slowly. "I know Vault B. Every Vance Tower has Vault A and Vault B in the basement. Vault A is for money. Vault B is for secrets. Only Lord Vance had key to Vault B. When he died, Victoria took it. No one else was allowed inside for ten years. Not even me." Marcus frowned. "Boss, if Victoria has key to Vault B, what is this key then? Is it fake?" I shook my head. My tears had stopped now. My heart was beating fast but not from fear anymore. From anger. Cold anger.

Before Victor could answer, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and the color drained from his face. “What is it?” Ethan asked. Victor looked up. “Our safe deposit box in Zurich.” “We had another one?” Amelia asked. Victor shook his head. “Not yours.” “Daniel’s contingency vault.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “I thought it was destroyed.” “So did I.” Victor turned the phone so everyone could see the message. Vault accessed 08:14 CET. Authorized user: Jonathan Hale. “He found it,” Victor whispered.

Tiny letters, almost invisible, engraved into the metal beneath the clip, the kind of detail no one would ever notice unless they were holding the pen at exactly the right angle under exactly the right light. She tilted it, angling it toward the lamp to be sure she wasn't imagining it. She wasn't. Six words, cut so small they were barely legible at all. Vault 7 only if I disappear. Zariel's fingers went cold around the pen. "Kaelen." Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "What's Vault 7?" He leaned in to look at what she was holding, and she watched every trace of warmth drain slowly out of his face as he read the engraving for himself.