Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

]] << whoa whoa whoa, slow down Jaxon, what's the problem? He looks at me as though I grew another head in that moment [[ Kavi, son a Devavisk is a creature of the dark, it feeds on others, it starts with their blood, bit by bit making you sick bringing you to the brink of death then they devour their victims soul and heart then take their form by LITERALLY taking their skin and putting it over their own, which means a Devavisk could come back here in Jewels skin and we would never know! it takes the memories and everything, even the scent! Kavi what did Jewel tell you?! ]]

Derrick The strange lady cackled playfully. “Who do we have here?. Two lovers desecrating my cave althrough the night.” She said. “No we were not, we just came to seek shelter.” Gwen replied in smiles and ran to embrace her. I was lost, her eyes were on on me who was less concerned about her presence. “You must be the Dycan alpha.” She said taking gentle strides towards me as she stared at me in wonder. “You're just as arrogant as I presumed you'd be.”

Da Genji walked closer to her and then hugged her and tried to make her stop crying. "My dear, you don't need to cry because of that. He is yours and no other person can have him! Don't bother yourself, ok? I will handle everything!" "Ok mother…" After a while, they both said good night to each other and then went to their room. ******** They all slept not so well and soon, it was morning again. Da D,wei and Bai Zhen took their bath and came downstairs for breakfast. They saw that the two vultures were already waiting for them.

"I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside." When he stopped, I went next. "I saw a farmhouse on the edge of the Oasis. Humans were working but were enslaved. A slave driver reared back his whip and struck one of the humans. There was a huge warehouse to the right of the farmhouse. Then I zoomed inside, and Rush was sitting at a wooden table speaking to the other heads of Nightshade." Elias was next. "I saw a mountain range in the desert, but at the base of the mountains were caves. Weapons ar

Stille laid over the platform. Nova and Silas stared at me unconstitutional. Kael approached me half a step closer, his hand instinctive near his Sword handles as if he wanted to cut the hologram. “Help?” I repeated. My voice sounded small in the gigantic hall and unsafe. “I am Jada. A scrap collector from Ouroboros. I have no idea what you are talking about.” The hologram reacted liquidly as if Vance spoke to us in real time.

relieved. "The first vault," he said. "Before the seals split the power between bloodlines. Before everything got complicated with crowns and pride." He took a step forward toward the opening, not toward me. "What's down there belongs to all of us. Ashborn. Varek. Every golden-blooded wolf who ever existed." Darius's hand tightened on my arm. "This could be a trap within a trap," he said quietly, only to me. "He could be using this to draw you down there. Isolate you."

He passed through the bright light, allowing himself to be robbed off his sight for a few seconds, and opened his eyes to a sight he hadn't seen in ages. "This is definitely the right place," the hooded god mumbled and walked forward. All around him several loud banging sounds could be heard as many dwarves rushed by, paying him no heed. Every dwarf either held a hammer or several iron ores. A few of them carried precious stones and minerals too rare for the universe to see, and fewer still handled flames that could have easily roasted any planet into oblivion - any planet but the heat resistant planet of Nidavellir! "This place hasn't changed at all. This is really Nidavellir."

the elf greeted in turn, placing a hand on his heart and bowing. "Allow me to interrupt you while your minds are occupied with the dwarven rebellion, but..." Augustine began before seeing, out of the corner of his eye, on one of the surveillance screens, a dwarf setting fire to a doll in the shape of an elf. "Is it possible to access the Vermilion Bird's domain from here?" The elf contemplated the vampire for a moment. His long, pointed ears bobbed up and down, showing how intrigued he was by the question from this high representative of the races.

Using the original Tower blueprints, my team gained entry to the subterranean data vault. The air in the vault was cold and stale, thick with the silence of decades. The space was enormous, filled with rows of old, massive server racks, all running under a low, constant hum. And there, sitting at the main console, was a man I instantly recognized from the faint, archived surveillance photos: The Watchman. He was older, sharp-featured, and impeccably dressed, despite the decay surrounding him. He was a creature of absolute efficiency. "CSO Richard," The Watchman greeted me without surprise, turning from the console. His voice was smooth, devoid of emotion. "A remarkable strategic acquisition.

The expression he wore when a variable he'd accounted for had just moved outside its projected range. "What," she said. "The Widow," he said. "She's not in the city." A beat. "She's in the Laev underground vault. The old Cayde access chamber." Eirwen went still. "She can't open it," Eirwen said. "The vault locks to Cayde biometrics. My biometrics. She doesn't have the access codes."