Vault Dweller Novels & Stories

He wouldn't need to scrape for more, though exploiting online loan platforms would be trivial if he wanted. Instead, he drove across Volaris to Wyvern Security's headquarters, one of the nation's largest private firms. They were famous for protecting billionaires, celebrities, and sometimes government officials on sensitive trips. Cyrus chose them because he had heard they had built a billion-dollar doomsday fortress for the heir of a real estate empire in his past life. That man had survived comfortably through the apocalypse thanks to Wyvern. At the front desk, Cyrus stated his request. Within minutes, he was ushered into a lounge, and a receptionist brought him freshly ground coffee.

Wooden supports held up sections of the mountain, and narrow tracks disappeared deeper into the earth where small carts rolled back and forth carrying broken stone. My eyes narrowed. There were too many workers. Too many tunnels. Too much effort. And there was no visible reason for any of it. The dwarf noticed me looking. “You're spying.” “I'm observant.” “Same thing.” “No. Curiosity gets people killed. Observation tells them why.” The dwarf laughed. “Three puzzles.” I frowned. “What?” “You want to meet the head digger. Three puzzles first.” “Why?” “Because we don't let strangers wander into our mountain.”

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

Discovering that Vandokar was also considered to be the creator of the Pearl of Secrets, which was a sentient pearl of power that compelled its owner to seek out Vandokar 's hand and eye, so he entered the temples. There was a wave of undead guarding them there, but the power of a Loth -follower drow and spider were very interesting, their webs did a lot to envelop them, heading towards the pearl, after grouping them on the walls, he didn't think he needed to kill them again, or tear them to shreds.

Thalia stood up, softened her footsteps, and left silently without a sound. Inside the dungeons of Snowdeer Town. Cold moisture constantly seeped from the heavy marble walls, and this place never saw the light of day year-round. When there were no guards around, it was pitch black, with absolutely nothing visible. Velda only saw light twice a day: at dawn and dusk, when the guards came to deliver food. Every time something was thrown in—even if it was sour mushroom soup and moldy black bread—she would lie on the floor like a dying beast, licking it completely clean with her tongue.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

A long time ago, deep in the mountains of Dwermer, in the Valley of life, lies the most magnificent City of Dwarven called Dwertur. It's the large Dwarven city, a hub of industrialism, Human, Demi-Human, Beastmen, Elves visits the city every day, every year. Be it weapons, magical items, anything you desire you can get them in Dwertur. I was one of the residents of Dwertur, I came from a family of a carpenter, but unlike my parent and brothers, I was different. Building things never brought me joy, what fuels my passions was entertaining.

Jack asked. "In the complex itself? Approximately two hundred. Most are young—turned within the last century. But there are a few elders down there, including..." She pulled up a file. "Lord Vladislov. Seventh-century Slavic noble, turned during the Byzantine era. He's the Vault's primary guardian, and he hasn't left the complex in four hundred years." "What are his capabilities?" "Unknown. Nobody who's fought him has survived to file a report." Haley paused. "Which, you know, isn't great for our tactical planning."

He crawled and opened some secret stone walls that opened onto secret passages. When Bowen opened the last door, his face and hair were matted and dirty with dust all the way. Bowen's tears filled his eyes when he saw that the Dwarven mining workers' village was still around even though hundreds of years had passed. He sat limp and then sobbed with a feeling of emotion that was overflowing in his chest.

The old seal vanished. Then Althea stepped out of the ruined hall and into the living heart of Dawlya territory, where the builders worked in quiet lines and the watchers pretended not to watch her. They watched anyway. They always did. The Dawlya sanctuary was not a city. It was a layered maze of stone terraces and half-hidden courtyards tucked into black mountains, where mist clung to cliff faces like a veil that never lifted. The dragons called it “the cave-world.” The Dawlya called it home.