Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

"This is a genuine structural shift. I encountered a completely unique wolf at the Vinqlo manor today—my fiancée’s cousin’s territory." The moment the Vinqlo house name hit the air-currents, David’s boots locked onto the floorboards, and he slowly dropped back into his iron seat. Jordan grinned, assuming the Warlord was simply amused by his rare romantic defeat. "Why does your beast classify this stray as unique?" David questioned coldly.

In the footage, Delilah was kneeling in front of a thickset man, massaging his legs with a submissive smile. I turned it off and switched back to the external cameras. Across the endless frozen landscape, our warehouse, which was lit by only a few scattered lights, looked like a lone island in the dark. Solar power was limited, so I enforced strict energy rationing. Heat ran for four hours a day—no more. The rest of the time, the warehouse felt like a freezer. Food dropped back to cold rations of compressed biscuits and canned goods. Rhys spent most of his time silently maintaining the crossbow.

Drew and Jack instructed the men to stand in stationed places as they invaded the building. He was a bit surprised that he and Jack were able to infiltrate the building without any problem. They got to the entrance that led to other areas of the building. Jack took the right-wing while Drew took the left. Slowly and steadily, Drew climbed up the steps leading to the vaults. Earlier, Jack had briefed him on where the vaults were kept and he had no issues discovering it. As Drew got to the entrance of the massive gold mine, his wolf growled within.

Jévon Ward. Oh, we were going to have fucking words the next time I saw him. If he thought, I was just some cheap hump-and-dump he had another thing comin— WOAH! "So, uh, we're here?" There was an impressive collection of security deposits with a large vault door bigger than a hill giant smack dab in the middle. The room was lit with torches as opposed to the electrical lights in the rest of the building. The air musty quality of the air, plus the limestone stalactites dripping down from the roof, made this feel less like a vault and more like some vampire's cave tomb. "It should be in box bHX40030. Just uh give me a moment to get up there."

Deep underground there were whole cities decorated with gold and jewels, cities of the dwarves. Dwarves, a short, hardened race of warriors and builders who dug tunnels deep in the bowels of the earth in search of precious metals and gems, and who built cities that withstood even the greatest earthquakes and tremors. An old dwarf legend told of an exodus, a cataclysm that forced their predecessors underground. And despite the odds, they survived. But little is known about the exodus because there is nothing written about those forgotten times. In their struggle to tame the dark corridors and pits, they dug and pried and chopped and smashed everything in their path. They used fire to break th

And he stood. Because he knew what she didn’t say. She wasn’t planning to come back. Ember at the edge of Vault-0 She crouched in the woods, black dust on her boots, the underground access point ahead built beneath an old asylum, long condemned. There was no door. Just a retinal scanner embedded in the dirt. She knelt. It scanned her face. The system responded not with words… But with her voice. > “Welcome home, Morrow.” The door opens.

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: SECTOR 10 RESIDENTIAL BLOCKS SECURED.] [ACCOUNT BALANCE UPDATED: 48,500,000 STANDARD CREDITS.] The heavy, acoustic doors of the immersion room hissed open. Ren Walker stepped out, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled a towel off the rack to wipe the cold sweat from his face. The soft, ambient lighting of the penthouse living room felt entirely disconnected from the grueling, four-hour raid they had just completed in the Vanguard server.

“And what about you, prince of shattered crowns? Still pretending to be a rebel when you’re nothing more than a scared boy with a broken blade?” Dain didn’t rise to the bait. “I don’t need to pretend. I know what I am. And I won’t let you hurt her.” The man stepped back, raising both hands in mock surrender. “Then decide quickly. The Vault opens in three nights. When the moon bleeds into the river. And when it does… only the blood of the bearer can command it.” With that, he vanished into the rain, swallowed by the storm like a ghost returned to the abyss.