Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

Home to animals that had been driven away when their original shelters had been destroyed. Images of the past returned. Blood had run between the twisted roots of trees, coagulating and feeding the insects and weeds. The moisture had made the ground softer, easier to turn and create a shallow grave for the first victim. He remembered the sight of the beast within the shadows. A tall being, garbed in a cowl that covered its features but enabled a set of impressive antlers to protrude. And the woman. Waiting on the shore and watching. Her words were kind and wise when he staggered back, his own crew oblivious to the wretched conundrum he'd gotten them into.

“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.

She closed her eyes, but by the time she opened them again he was gone. Now alone, she turned back towards the entrance to the cave and instinctively reached for her weapon with the longest range; a silver crossbow with lapis gemstones welded into the metal plates at the end. With a few steps forward, she crossed the threshold into the cave. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but she wasted no time and advanced further through the tunnel.

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.

He stepped through the doorway and made his way down the stairs, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. At the bottom of the stairs, Arnold stepped into an elevator that whisked him deeper beneath his house. The doors slid open to reveal a hidden lair; the secret headquarters of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters. The room was a maze of ancient artifacts and modern arsenal, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and dread.

The Winter Visitor The visitor came in deep winter, unannounced, in the way that significant things sometimes arrive — without warning, through channels that were not the expected ones. She came with a single escort and a letter from Frea, and the letter said: her name is Maren Duskfall. She is the eldest living member of the Duskfall pack. She has asked to speak with the Architect of Blackmoor. I trust her entirely.

“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.

How hard could that be, huh? Well it turned out to be bloody damn hard! Until I met him. You see, living with those bastards of a keeper was something I'd never imagined myself doing. I was so close into thrusting my dagger into one's throat when the bad-mannered saphead rudely mention that no beast was allowed into the keeper's fortress. Even after Kedar's strange men had pleaded on my behalf, telling him that Lavi was my assigned animal protector. And by strange men, I meant dwarves. Short, ugly, mutilated face like a bag of well chewed caramel. Yes. Those dwarves. But the moment we arrived at the gates of their fortresses, they sprayed something colbalt blue like on their skins and instan

Thalia stood up, softened her footsteps, and left silently without a sound. Inside the dungeons of Snowdeer Town. Cold moisture constantly seeped from the heavy marble walls, and this place never saw the light of day year-round. When there were no guards around, it was pitch black, with absolutely nothing visible. Velda only saw light twice a day: at dawn and dusk, when the guards came to deliver food. Every time something was thrown in—even if it was sour mushroom soup and moldy black bread—she would lie on the floor like a dying beast, licking it completely clean with her tongue.