Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

Leaving me troubled, and not just because of the reprimand I’m likely about to receive. It’s Friday and I’m once again standing in Davon’s office. My eyes glide over the books resting on his shelf, near the desk. The titles seem foreign, though where they’re from I have no idea. “They’re written in Fae,” Davon tells me, approaching from behind. His silky voice wraps around me, like a lovers embrace. “I’m glad you let yourself in, I was busy in the basement.” “I’m glad you don’t find it rude,” I reply, unable to look at him. When he moves to my side, I turn away.

Nemiah cried harder. Vivar began to have an odd feeling like they were being watched. He stood and unsheathed his sword as he looked around. Nemiah heard the whistle of the blade so she raised her head. “W-What’s wrong?” She sniffed. Vivar just signaled her to stay silent. She wiped her tears and stood behind him. She started to feel like someone was really watching them. They were startled when a huge crow flew out of the cave. It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed.

Elara moved to me, cowering by my side, the shard still glowing dully upon her collarbone. “Who are you?” she asked carefully. The woman tilted her head. “A warden. Of a different kind.” Damien frowned. “Does that mean something to us?” “No,” she said simply. “But what you are is something to me.” Now she moved forward, one foot beyond the gateway. The magic didn’t react. If anything, it was wider, inviting her. “You have activated the final deterrent of the crown. The Vault was always more than a room. It was a passage. A lock. And now it’s open.”

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

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.

Third POV "My mother, Widora Novak, was a Dryad from Elden Wood that falling in love with a noble Vampire, Julius Dawnbrook. I have no idea how they met, I heard their story from my nanny when I was a child." Adam began his story. He stared ahead, remembering how the days passed in his youth as a young Lord of Dawnbrook Castle. He remembered where times seemed to be perfect for the three of them. Him, his Mom, and his Father. Lived happly, without anyone interfere their peaceful life.

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."