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.

Dwarven trade goods were rare in Vyhelm, limited to what passed through the port city of Watercross, and even then, subject to intense scrutiny. "Comfortable, Professor?" A dwarf with a salt-and-pepper beard grinned at her from his perch at the front of the wagon. He wore an iron-studded leather cap that had seen better decades, pushed back to reveal a receding hairline. "Not quite the accommodations you'd find in the Sylvanae Archive, I'd wager."

Call the place where Azure, Meraki, Yūgen, Fika, Hygge, Ataraxis and Maktub live. At the same time they looked at the door where the knocking came from. Before anyone could stand up to open the door, Welkin immediately preceded the door by rocking it. It fell to the floor causing dust to splatter around the house. They all coughed because of the dust. Welkin entered the door while bowing. Compared to Elves, dwarves and men, Welkin is tall so he has to bend down to enter the Vespertine. "Good Morning!" He greeted enthusiastically while placing his belongings on the table.

The battle “It’s too quiet,” Daniel muttered from behind, echoing Nathan’s exact thoughts. Darius glanced back, his face impassive. “She’s underground. The warehouse is just a front.” Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Underground? How do we get down there?” “There’s an access point inside,” Darius replied. “A hatch in the floor. It leads to a network of tunnels. That’s where she is.” Nathan exchanged a look with Ashina, but she immediately tore her gaze away. The idea of walking into an underground labyrinth filled with undead werewolves sent a chill down his spine, but they had come too far to turn back now.

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.

“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.

Carter laughed, swirling his cup. David’s chiseled face remained completely expressionless, his golden eyes narrowing. "If this assembly lacks genuine military significance, I am returning to my den." He rose from the iron chair, desperate to return to Duskbane Keep to finish the deep background audit on my wildland file; his master scouts had spent a full week tracking my transit history through the Ashgrove Wildlands, yet the digital scrolls kept returning blank or filled with data too impossible to believe. "Hold your boots, Double D!" Jordan laughed, reaching out to catch the heavy trim of David’s winter cloak. "This is a genuine structural shift. I encountered a completely unique wolf a