Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

“No. The dwarves gave me a weapon that could kill almost every supernatural. I left it inside his apartment while I was trying to sleep but didn’t get a chance to retrieve it because I had to run. A vampire was haunting me.” “Dwarves . . . vampires . . .” He stared at me in utter confusion as I sighed in frustration. “Are you alright? Or is there something wrong with you?” “Yes, believe it or not, they exist. I’ve encountered them and I know it’s hard to believe but you need to trust me. A vampire is roaming around this city, that's why I need that weapon so I can kill her.” I minimized my voice so no one would hear our conversation and think that we were some weirdos.

And beside my father, grinning like this was the funniest thing they had ever seen, were Riko and Daren. "Did you really think I wouldn't know about this place?" Aldrich asked. His voice bounced off the chamber walls, filling the space. "The Daevari vault. Hidden for centuries. I've had scouts watching these mountains for weeks, waiting to see if anyone would be stupid enough to try and reach it." I couldn't speak. My throat had closed up completely. The hunger was going insane in my chest, thrashing against my ribs like it wanted to tear its way out.

Across from him, Vivian sat calmly, drying her hair with a small towel as if she had just returned from a slightly chaotic party—not from a scene of fire and murder. Dewangga stared out the small window. Below, the blaze on the hill where their cabin once stood was slowly shrinking, swallowed by the darkness of the forest and the relentless rain. His heart felt hollow. Davian was gone in that explosion—a brutal sacrifice he had never asked for. And Sarah—he could only hope she had reached the darkness of the northern cliff before Vivian’s hunters found her.

said Violet, who was already giving off a bit of a black aura around her. "No need, I want to see for myself," I said as I grabbed their hands and teleported near the energy I felt. It turned out that there were some Dwarves who were heading into a cave in the mountains. There was one Dwarf who possessed quite a bit of magic power among them. Jade, a Dwarf who wears full armor made of gold and a very large axe. The size of the ax exceeds the size of his body which is relatively short, but stocky. "What are you doing?" I asked them.

We both pulled apart and glared at him "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for interrupting your passionate display of affection but-" "Just get on with it already, Luke" I scoffed, and he chuckled. "Fine. Dwain's remains were found outside the Hexagon and he's been very much buried. A new leader of the hexagon has been elected. He wants to talk to everyone of us right now" he said.

Soon, the carriage drove in to be welcomed in the Underworld, there where a family of ancient, abandoned creatures dwell. The carriage drove past rocks that had lava oozing down leisurely so. It has been a year since Wendell had gone to his 'hideout' after a show he had pulled in that year— that published him as a judas to the underworld. His body suddenly felt heavy shortly after the door was opened. "It's time Sir!" The driver slightly bowed as his hand clutched at the door handle. Wendell now wished he did not come while at the same a voice kept reminding him of his goal. He swallowed his fear down to his stomach— where it was at earliest automatically altered into a boast.

LARA's POV. Chains on the wall, blood stains on the floor, skulls of God-knows-what piled up in a corner. Of course, this is the best place to spend my honeymoon — in a dungeon. A terrifying one that makes me sick to my stomach. But David moves through this place casually... like it's his second home, and not, you know, the creepiest, darkest hellhole. He doesn’t talk. Doesn’t pause. Just keeps walking like he’s done this a thousand times — and probably has.

Morwen wasn’t here today. But her absence was louder than her presence. She was watching from the mirrors. And I let her look, because calmness wasn’t weakness,it was control. Then he walked in. Darius Vale. Third-year sentinel. Son of the High Warden of Elden Reach. Arrogant and powerful. He’d never liked me. Not when I was rebellious, not when I vanished. And certainly not now that I’d returned without a scratch. He strode down the center aisle like he owned it, his entourage trailing behind him,two juniors and a scribe who documented every word he said, like they were recording prophecy.

“They’re pushing us downward. Forcing a single path.” Sarah steadied herself. “Why? Where does this lead?” Damon’s silence was answer enough. He knew. The lowest level wasn’t a refuge—it was a vault. Their last resort. The place where Draven Tech buried things meant never to be found. They burst into a junction. Emergency lighting flickered long enough for them to see branching tunnels ahead. Left: reinforced steel corridor. Right: a dark utility passage. Center: biometric vault doors—huge, sealed, impenetrable.