Vault 95 Novels & Stories

"And tell him I’m at the Level 50 vault." She didn't wait for a response. She walked to the high-security elevator. She used the silver key card to access the restricted floors. When the doors opened at Level 50, she was met by a wall of reinforced steel. There was no keypad. There was only a glass plate. She pressed the emerald-cut diamond against the glass. The vault groaned as the heavy locks disengaged. The door swung open to reveal a small, sterile room. There was a single pedestal in the center with a black leather folder.

Cassian Vale is still visible through the glass corridor. Julian Vale’s voice lowers. “Eva Monroe has to decide whether Cassian Vale built a cage…” “…or a shield that started cutting in too deep.” Later. Eva is alone again in the archive room. The system is still open. This time Eva doesn’t hesitate scrolling. She already knows where to look, hidden beneath three layers of encryption. Barely visible unless you know the pattern. CLAUSE 9B Eva reaches out. Finger hovering just above the activation field.

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

Just then, one of the guards called out, “Alpha! Over here!” Reyes and Dathan hurried over, pushing past vines and layers of cobwebs. In a shadowed alcove half-swallowed by moss and decay stood a sealed coffin. Time-worn, but still intact. And there, faintly etched into the stone was the stag. Pierced by a sword. House Valtor. Reyes stared at it for a long moment, the weight of it pressing into his chest like a blade. Then he handed his torch to Dathan and stepped forward, laying a palm against the cold lid.

The next day, James returned with details. “The vault is in a private estate Jacob owns outside of the city. He calls it a retreat but it’s more like a fortress. Guards work in shifts and each room is monitored. The vault is below the main study and has biometric access. Fingerprints. Retinal scan. Voice recognition. He uses all three. “Impossible”....I laughed. James smirked. “It isn’t impossible. Very difficult. But I know how to deal with it. We’ll need disguises, timing, and nerves of steel.”

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

“No windows at all. Looks like the only way in is through an underground garage. Guards everywhere. The place is locked down like a fortress. Not sure what the smartest move is. She’s got serious protection.” My phone chirped again, Valerian calling. “Marcus, hold on. Valerian is on the line.” I switched over. “What’ve you got?” He sounded pissed and frustrated. “I found the vault.” “Why do you sound like that’s bad news?” Valerian let out a long breath. “I went down into the lower levels of the castle. It’s a freaking maze, tunnels and passages everywhere, most of them ancient. Only a handful even have electric lights. I tailed a couple of guards down one of the longest ones, staying in the

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.