Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

Killian’s shadows flickered across the walls, revealing etchings cut into the rock: spirals, sigils, and the twisted crest of House Vael — his family’s symbol, defaced with deep claw marks. “This vault’s older than the fortress,” Daryl said. His voice echoed unnaturally, as if the walls were drinking the sound. “Built before Varrow ever set foot in this land. Before our bloodline even had a name.” Killian’s jaw tightened. “And you’re sure whatever’s down here isn’t going to rip our heads off?” Daryl didn’t answer. The final door came into sight — a slab of blackstone taller than ten men, its surface slick as oil. Veins of crimson light pulsed beneath it like a heartbeat.

Time and wind had eaten the paint, but the core structure remained intact. Inside, beneath layers of false walls and a mechanical basement disguised as storage, was a sealed door with a single scanner. No keypad. No voice recognition. Just a tiny horizontal slit. Lena knelt, removed her glove, and slid the edge of her finger along a sterile blade built into the panel. Blood dripped onto a thin metal plate. It lit up instantly. “Welcome, Core ID: L.W.O.” the old system spoke in Icelandic. “Vault recognized.” With a hiss, the steel door opened.

He thought the winter storm and his stone forts would protect him forever. But Draven did not know my secrets. He did not know that I had lived this life before. In my second life, when I was still trying to find a way to make the Voss pack strong, I had spent months studying the old, forgotten history of this land. I had found ancient paper maps of the deep mountains. Deep below these cold stone peaks lay a massive network of secret underground mining tunnels. They were built hundreds of years ago by an ancient dwarf pack, but they had been abandoned and forgotten when the gold ran out.

I follow the microscopic scent-trail through the twisting, geometric stone corridors of the lower keeps, my obsidian claws sliding out from my fingertips with a soft schlick as the lavender light at my neck settles into a predatory, muted violet. The trail leads me deep into the abandoned industrial sectors beneath the Frost-Hearth, stopping outside the heavy steel blast-doors of the primary underground weapon vaults—a sector that should be completely sealed by pre-Pulse encryption codes. The blast-doors are wide open. I peer through the rusted steel frame into the vault’s interior. Standing before a high-tech terminal that is flickering with an emergency, green electrical glow is a slender

“We should head to the safe house, I am sure Quinn knows you and her are together.” “Really?” Ivy said with a sad face. “I thought you said we’re safe here?” “We were, but with your energies like that, I’m sure the whole Dweller world is on fire right now, you see you two dwellers are soul Dwellers.” “Soul Dwellers?” they said in unison. “Another time, let’s go.” He said leaving the room. Ivy and Nick followed him out of the room and to a waiting car. Ivy was scared, she wasn’t sure where they were going. She was glad she was back with Nick, she felt safe.

“Targets confirmed. Plan A, commence!” The moment she finished speaking, Twilight and several other people blew the door down, they immediately activated their abilities to shield themselves from any possible surprise attacks coming from the monarch and his newly appointed right hand woman, but seconds passed yet they didn't feel an ounce of energy. That's when they opened their eyes and saw two level zombies who's already dead because of the blast from the door. Seeing it, the expressions on their face became rich. Someone approached the two dead bodies, if Twilight wasn't mistaken, that person was called Ruby. She's a forensic doctor back when the apocalypse haven't started. Checking dead

I heard screaming for so long, keeping me awake for a while before I gave up. I tried to drown out the sound. A sigh leaves my lips as I get out of bed and open my door, going down the hall to Death's room and opening the door before sliding in and closing it quietly. I quietly crawled into the bed beside him and surprisingly. Death, the God of the Underworld, cuddled with me. Yup, you heard me right, he is cuddling with me. A small smile grazes my lips as I close my eyes letting him pull me into him and soon fall asleep.

Everyone prepared themselves and pin the last part of their chains to the wrought. “Convel, I want you to grab our prisoner.” My eyes never blinked this fast before. “Why?” “I want her to see us, to see what we believe in, and to see how we make sure everyone is safe.” I nodded as a response to what he said. He is determined to let humans, especially hunters, understand us. Minutes after leaving Alarick and my beer, I finally arrived at the dungeon with no guards around because of the blood moon. I slowly entered the dungeon. It was dark, but our eyes could see everything, no matter how dim the surroundings were.

“We will need to get your details into the system so you have your own access to the vault.” “The Vault?” I asked, and he grinned and opened the heavy door. I looked through and saw stone steps going down. I glanced at Drake, who just smiled in return and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs. I looked at Elias before taking a breath and heading down the stairs.They seemed to go on forever, but I finally got to the bottom and saw another set of doors, although these were metal set into the stone walls. Drake pressed his fingers to another pad, and it lit up green and the doors slid open. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw.

He eased his gun to the ground as he put in the vault's combination. "Drew, wait it's a trap,'' Jack shouted. But it was too late because right at that moment, the entrance of the vault exploded to reveal hundreds of Jed's minions, scrambling out to attack them. "Where did they come from?" Drew thundered. He shifted into his wolf form and he was glad that his wolf was ready to fight. Drew fought through the haze of the attackers as they tried all they could to overpower them but they couldn't as the duo were far stronger together than any other group.