Vault Dweller นิยาย & เรื่องราว

During the wars on Nexus some escaped through the portal and came here thinking it would break their curse, but it didn't'" Simon read only stopping when Lily gasped. "You think the Dwellers are here?" I asked Seb. I did live here my whole life and never once encountered anything supernatural. "When I researched the town's history I ran across some stories about killings here a hundred years ago. They are consistent with the way Dwellers kill" Seb replied. "Dwellers have nails sharp enough to cut through metal. They use them to rip into their prey, drain them of all their blood before finally eating the skin, eyes and teeth of the victim" Simon said reading right from the book again.

Those were not to be deployed in this conflict, not yet. This war was against flesh and blood, against the ambitions of men. A flicker of hope ignited within Ladia's mind as she recalled her recent encounter with the dwarves. Days ago, she had met with a delegation from their reclusive kingdom, a meeting facilitated by a powerful artifact that allowed communication across the seemingly impenetrable barrier that guarded their borders.

Then, Chloe saw a ghost of a smile from Jucel's lips. Outside their circle, Mai was fuming. "How dare you kill my men!" Ignoring her, Jucel opened a book that she conjured from somewhere and flipped through the pages. "You brought a book with you?" Chloe asked as she moved closer. Jucel nodded and said, "I've read about them. There were elves and dwarves around the Eastern Woods of the Diana Province. Dwarves are much slender but stronger minds than elves. They might be smaller than us but their strategies were great. I heard they participated in the war fifty years ago."

So sign if you will, every shred of strength and will and power she had. Davin pulled out a small vial from within his robes. Dark glass with something that throbbed with malice inside. The wrongness that made my skin crawl, and made my wolf recoil instinctively. “Malachai could be trapped in the Void,” Davin said. “But his spirit is available in small doses around the world. Pollution that can never be completely purified. I have taken years of it from corrupted sites. Concentrating on it. Storing it for just this moment straight when I might need a weapon able to penetrate even Guardian defenses.”

She wanted to go to a place from the very beginning. At the northern end of the border was the home of the Holder dwarves. The Holder dwarves love to live in the cold and high mountains. They made a living by casting weapons and raising cattle. The weapon made by the Holder dwarves is known as the most fearsome weapon. Thanks to that, the tribe's business is very good, enough to support an entire ethnic group that has little contact with outsiders. Yet Samuel had a close relationship with the people there. The purpose for Ella to choose this place is not complicated. It was just far enough away from the Magnus Federation to make Ella feel safe.

Its malevolent energy permeates the chamber, suffocating any remnants of hope or warmth. Once a human is locked within the Souls Dungeon, their tragic fate is sealed. The vault possesses an insidious ability to drain the very life force from its captives. The process is agonizingly slow and torturous, as the energy is leached from their body, leaving them weak and feeble. Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault.

"He didn't want the people remembering the Old Laws. The warlocks tossed millions of books into the courtyard and set them on fire. There’s no one left who knows the history of the Void Lands." "Not entirely true," Jinx chimed in, leaning against the desk. "Darius burned the upper library. The public stacks. But the Onyx Palace has a sub-basement archive. It’s a restricted vault. Most people thought it was a myth, but when I was hacking the security grids last night, I found an active life-support loop drawing power fifty feet below the library foundations." Ashren looked at Jinx, his brows knitting. "Someone is down there?" "Just one thermal signature," Jinx confirmed. "Hasn't moved from th

Well, the truly dangerous people never rushed their judgments. Everyone slowly began serving themselves, and for the next few moments the only sounds came from cutlery touching plates. Once. Twice. Three times. Every second of silence tightened the knot in my stomach a little more until I started wondering whether I'd somehow managed to poison the entire Draven family before nine in the morning. Dear God. Imagine surviving poverty, strip clubs, manipulative billionaires and political psychopaths only to end up arrested for accidental breakfast murder, then Octavia finally spoke.

I suddenly feel cold hands reach out from behind me and pull me violently back. I shoot up startled as fear runs through my body. I quickly look around me and realize I'm back in my room. I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It's been two weeks since I've moved into the Draven manor in the town of Draphend and each night is as sleepless as the one before. I was hired by Mr. Draven to be a live-in sitter for his youngest child, a 7 year old girl named Lorie. She's a relatively sweet and calm child. Very mature for her age but she often clings to me. She speaks often of her brother's Nicolae and Victor, neither of whom I have yet to meet. The same day I was hired Mr. Draven had t

The transition from the humming, crystalline clarity of the underground throne room to the warm, cluttered comfort of his Tribeca loft was a sort of psychic whiplash. Davidson would take the private elevator, watch the numbers climb from B5 to PH, and feel his very soul undergo a painful metamorphosis. The man who descended was the Heir, the Keeper of Secrets, the man who had looked upon the world of lights. The man who had to walk out into his home was a different man: David, husband, father.