Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

Delilah and her family. The three of them stood outside the compound gates like ghosts, pounding against the alloy doors, screaming, begging. Tamsin could see the same feed from the control room upstairs. She saw Delilah’s mother, Mrs. Helena Carrington, drop to her knees in the snow while bowing over and over toward the warehouse. We were downstairs, checking equipment. Then suddenly, every emergency light in the warehouse snapped on. A blaring alarm tore through the entire facility. I spun around.

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."

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.

“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.

[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.

Dark Tower. Lord Rhovan strode into the Sacred Altar, his cloak trailing behind him. The servants bowed low as he passed. “Have you reached her?” he demanded at once. The mage turned slowly, his hands still glowing faintly with lingering power. “Aye, my lord.” Rhovan stepped closer. “Where is she?” The mage closed his eyes, as though reliving the vision. “In a village. A human settlement by the name of Eldenreach.”

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

dark portals only work when user already know where to go and he know that place very well next day has come and velliam decided to travel new place because he have nothing to here anything he pack his bag and take his car and move towards other nation. after few hours he reached village and he decided to stay their for 2 days he ask strange that he can stay their for one night. people welcome him and they ready to take him they serve well and always have good behavior towards velliam. they are old couple and stay alone their. they happy to have him. they offer him food and talk with him

"We have one hour to complete the mission. Let's focus the bloodshed on the miscreants inside, shall we?" Melo shot him a glare before walking towards the front gate of the cemetery. He approached the large headstone in front of them and eyed it from top to bottom. It was larger than the others in the cemetery, completely conspicuous. For human eyes it seemed an ordinary, White Wolf's Clan cemetery, where the their tomb lies. But the Black Wolf's Clan knew better the secret that rested underneath it: Their city, an underground fortress that housed the soldiers and notorious criminals who committed a heinous crime.

People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation. “Look who finally decided to show up,” came a voice from behind a broken bulldozer.Abigail, she wore a patched leather vest over a dust-streaked jumpsuit, her dreadlocks tied back in a red scarf. A homemade pickaxe rested on her shoulder, and a smirk danced on her lips. “If you were any slower, Tunde, I’d have started mining your shadow.” Tunde grinned “And here I thought you missed me.” “I missed the part where you actually do your share of the digging.”Before Tunde could reply, a deep laugh echoed from up the quarry slope.