Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

"You mean..." I gave him a clear situation, "Dwell-in-White needs to have a connection with Hildart. If you find out that Marthana is a vampire, then I notice something about Drake as well. I know he's not human, and I don't feel that he's a werewolf. If he's a vampire, I'm sure he and Marthana has the same goal and I'm sure they have a connection to each other."

How did the watcher collect his firewood if there were no chimneys or trees? As if reading Zen’s mind, the watcher airily supplied how the labyrinth was connected to an extensive underground mine that was too dangerous for humans to explore. Connecting the dots, Zen finally understood why the dhampir chose to live in the labyrinth. For anyone else, it would be hell. However, to a half-vampire, these conditions were akin to paradise.

Villa said holding the book to her. Rebecca combed over until she saw almost at the end a page half full, there was the name of Skyler, two little dots drawn with a measurement between them and the initials D/W afterwards. "What does DW mean?" "Day Walker" "What?" "You know Skyler is a vampire right?" "Yes, but, day walker!?" "She was bitten by Vlad Dracul and thanks to that she slowly managed learning to ignore the sun" Rebecca's eyes were like saucers "How do you know this!? Why is her name in this book!?"

asked James. Dahlia nodded and said quietly, “Yeah. I found out how dire things were from a few of my networks. Grandpa, Bruce, and the villagers are imprisoned inside Mount Carslegh’s dungeon. A powerhouse named Waspen Jaezred is guarding the dungeon. He’s not a creature of the Soul Race but is one of their officials.” James looked at her and said, “You only gathered this much information despite leaving for a few days?”

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

she said, her eyes reflecting the firelight in strange patterns, like mirrored constellations. Darion nodded. “The desert is speaking. But I don’t yet understand the message.” “It’s not the desert,” Azhura whispered. “It’s the Vault calling you.” The Whispering Vault was a myth older than any kingdom, buried beneath dunes no map dared include. Said to hold imprisoned gods, forgotten weapons, and memories of worlds erased, it was never spoken of without fear. Darion had hoped the prophecy was wrong, that their path wouldn’t lead them there. But destiny rarely listened to hope.

“We don't lock anyone up in this bunker.” I frowned. Mr. Alvaro's gaze turned toward a short young man whose face was very similar to Dylan O'Brien's. The young man grinned nervously. “Sorry, Uncle, I thought Uncle took the woman into custody. The problem is she is a vampire, so I thought—” “Right, you thought!” Mr. Alvaro barked. The people inside the bunker laughed. “And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!”

He held her hand and whispered to her ear as they walked silently " Be well, please, I'll be with you, but I'm also worried about you, because you're my only one, girl." He joked at the end of his words to get very affected, so he kissed his cheek quickly, saying with love, "I will be..you too." He nodded with a frown at his high beat because of her simple kiss ... They stood in front of the lair, in front of which there were four guards in the form of huge wolves He said that this hideout is not in their flock but next to it, so it is not difficult to sneak in here They did not enter the herd basically, they came from a shortcut

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

"What is a dream dweller, Elfar?" "Dream dweller is the bridge of the supernatural. Between the dream realms and ours. Anyone powerful enough could invade your mind and pass the bridge... thus making you an oracle. The one who sees the past and the future. And if someone who could seize your mind, could control you. That is why your father wanted you gone rather than bestowing you the curse of the gods. He wasn't a terrible man, you know. He just wanted to have an ordinary life. A happy one. Poor but mundane, away from all the conflicts and war between supernaturals and the church. He tried, you know. Wed a beautiful human, but before you were born, Damascus' grandmother had used him and inv