Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

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.”

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

Caleb asked, puzzled. "There's a cave manor in Wodel Valley, north of the Corvus Empire," Gigi replied quietly. "It's the former residence of a Sword Exalt, and with multiple factions working to unseal it, everyone can get in soon. This token is your ticket for entry.

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (Southern Svetyland) •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• Darius got to the werewolf territory the next morning. It was so early out, but he could still make out a couple of werewolves going about their business. He pushed the hoodie closer to his face to avoid being easily recognised. The golden door that obstructed the world from stepping into his abode, pulled him in like a magnet. The Luna’s daughter was in there. He could sense her presence, even from where he stood.

I was keyed up enough that I didn’t think I could sleep, but the comforting presence of my mates lulled me into a deeper sleep than I would have thought. ***** Dalia’s POV The darkness in the dungeon was completely overwhelming. Without my wolf I could barely make out anything. I hated it with a passion. Hated Drake, hated Viola. I was seething, and to top it off, I was sure that I heard Avery down here with Drake and Viola speaking with Alpha Brandon. I couldn’t be sure how long I had been in this disgusting dungeon, time felt irrelevant. ‘THUD’ Something, or someone fell loudly in the dungeon. I got up and went to the bars hoping to see something, there was a faint green light coming towar

Ray responded. I pulled out what I had brought over and placed it on the coffee table so Ray would have a good view. "W-why do you have a human skull with you?" He fumbled over his words a bit, and I could tell he was trying to remain calm. "Just an artifact from one of my tortures. Two ex-warriors were accomplices to the man who fucked with my brother-in-law. I was initially going to let them live, but after their ringleader tried to rape my mate after I took mercy on him, the risk was too high to let his lackeys live too. And instead of burning their bodies like I normally would, I decided to keep a couple souvenirs."

Wake Louchette A phosphorescent ceiling met the windows of my soul as the libs behind my back slowly got up. My feet felt motionless, and my arms can barely function. As I wandered around, I found myself inside a doom, dark metallic facility full of glowing lights. I cannot see my surroundings, and the only thing that gave brightness was the tiny rectangular hole from the door, which gave access to the light that came from the outside. The place seemed familiar. I mean, yes, I knew this place. It was where our company punished lawbreakers that go against our own made rules.

Every warrior nearby became instantly attentive. The guardian had existed as little more than a legend until recently. Hearing that someone had actually encountered him changed everything. "What was he?" I asked. For a brief moment, Darius seemed unsure how to answer. Then he spoke carefully. "The guardian isn't merely a wolf." His gaze drifted toward the mountains. "He's something older." A chill crawled through me. Darius continued. "I found him beneath a temple carved into the mountain itself." His voice grew quieter. "The entire structure had been hidden beneath ice and stone for centuries."

I feel Conri settle, a deep, satisfied hum that she’s moving with us, not against us. We find Weiland and Dexter at the top of the rickety staircase leading to the tunnels and caves that snake beneath the mansion and, eventually, the glacier where the first wolf still sleeps in the ice. Dexter is almost as tall as Weiland, and both of them are shorter than I am. Dexter has deceptively kind, soft, honest brown eyes that make you trust him instantly, set under a shock of bright, unruly red hair that looks almost unnatural. My Gamma is chomping at the bit, ready for a fight. He’s been stationed at The Towers too long, growing fat and bored. Usually nothing happens at The Towers, but when shit g