Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

" There was only one man who could destroy him. And that was he, himself." . Dread settles in the werewolf Castle. With no one saying anything. Thaneos' eyes are fixed on his little dove, which is laid dead in his arms. The eyes he saw his world in were closed. Not moving. The body he had worshiped, the skin he had kissed ,each and every inch of it looked dark like it was burned. " No...wake up...wake up...you...you can't leave me! Wake up dammit!"

Claws scraped stone as they climbed the burning towers, tearing at the foundation. “What are they doing?” I breathed. Davos paled. “The vault. They’re after the Relic.” Before I could ask, the figure lunged at Shaun. He dodged, changing mid-motion, his wolf form slamming into them. They rolled, a jumble of claws and snarls, but the figure twisted free, landing a kick that sent Shaun skidding into debris. Davos shoved me toward a collapsing doorway. “Get to the armory! There’s a tunnel underground—go!”

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

That meant that this was indeed his target. “I have to prepare myself,” Aiden mumbled with a frown on his face. So far he had been taking it easy strolling through the valley. However, things would be different now. The Valley of the Dead was divided into several regions, and each region was housed by a cave. Aiden could walk around in such an unbothered fashion because he had technically not entered any region, so he hadn’t encroached. As far as the inhabitants of the valley were concerned, Aiden was merely at the outskirts of the valley which was why they hadn’t bothered with him. However, once aiden entered their territories, things would be different. If before he was a loiterer, now he

A vast, infinite inventory grid. Each square held an item. Gleaming weapons I didn’t recognize but whose weight I could almost feel. Vials of iridescent liquid. Orbs of contained lightning. Artifacts humming with dormant power. All arranged with a militant, perfect precision. My breath caught, strangled in my throat. The vault. The personal dimensional vault only top-tier veterans with obscene amounts of Game credit could unlock. A legend whispered about in the forums. I’d just opened mine. “So that’s how you do it,” the blurry figure in my dream had said, her voice an echo of my own.

“Learn what?” “The old service system.” She looked at the half-open panel, then at the floor beneath our feet. “He wasn’t trying to open this.” The captured wolf stopped fighting. Vivian looked at Darius. “This is an access point.” “To where?” Ezra asked. Vivian’s eyes met mine. “Below the pack house.” The wolf on the floor smiled. And I understood. He had not come inside because Victor needed another pair of eyes. He had come inside because Victor needed someone close enough to open something from within.

He looked at Dwight warily, ready to take down the intruder. Dwight somehow managed to slip his way into the estate. There was something suspicious about him. Despite claiming to know the people inside, Dwight did not look trustworthy. “How can you say that? I’ve visited the place before, so I’m familiar with the area. It’s bad enough that you don’t recognize me. I have people inside who do. “I’m a Viper’s Den member. Just ask someone who is familiar with me. They can verify my identity,” Dwight responded with an air of familiarity as if he had a good understanding of the place.

“It won’t survive out here.” Dwayne’s jaw tightened. “There’s a cave near the river. We can set up there for the night.” I nodded. “Then let’s move.” We mounted swiftly, the creature cradled against me as we rode. It whimpered, barely conscious. Weak. Dying. I couldn’t let it perish. Dwayne walked beside me, glancing at one of our warriors. “You know what this thing is, don’t you?” “It’s a Nymari. An ancient dove that only lived in the North.”

That was when I found some residents who could help me build my new home. I have met carpenters, an engineer, and charitable builders that offered help with pay. I chose an empty lot away from households to make our undercover werewolf life more private, and to make it similar to my previous home! While stretching muscles for building, some women willingly offer guardians for Hedwelch and Danteleon, one of them is Dayana, a child lover, and aspiring teacher.

"But someone has done this for a reason and we need to find out that reason." "Well, there is one slight issue." Dagmar interjected. "The block has been weakened." "What do you mean by weakened?" Lucas's eyes narrowed, a darkness filling them that had the whole room shifting uncomfortably. Except for Dagmar. The old crone was a granite force, unmoving as the room seemed to darken with Lucas' mood. Icy blue eyes remained transfixed on the werewolf, hard as ever and sharper than any physical blade. Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed.