Class D Scp Novels & Stories

The system's cold, mechanical voice sliced through the silence like a blade, announcing a blood-red shipping record: 【Origin: Clare Laboratory, Obsidian City. Destination: Diamond City Core District. Cargo Description: First-Generation Core Subject. Recipient Code — "D".】 Avery's breath caught sharply at the sight of that glaring letter "D". Her vision tunneled, the single character burning into her retinas like a brand. The letters seemed to pulse in the blue light, growing larger, more insistent, until they filled her entire field of view.

Oscar spoke into the radio which was followed by more silence. Kimberly looked into her binoculars and saw eight children playing a game of soccer on the open space in front of the huts. She dropped the binoculars and reached for a small carton from her backpack. She removed a stick of cigarette from the pack,lit it and took a long drag. There was static from the radio once again. “Alpha to base over.” Oscar repeated. Three seconds later, the gruff voice of the colonel was heard. “Alpha, this is base over. I read you loud and clear. What is the situation over there?”

Scott asks Channing. Channing simply nods and turns, walking in the direction of where the human presumably met a very unfortunate end, with Scott following him. “Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions, Alpha?” Detective Doug asks me. Chapter 14 coming soon

"Ever heard of the Black Scorpions?" I drew my breath when I heard him mention the Black Scorpions. I knew about them from Hale and he had told me severally that The New Order was terrified of the Black Scorpions. There was a time I wished I could become a member of the Black Scorpions so I could break free from Hale's prison but I was too afraid to pursue that thought.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

But Scarlett always missed her terribly, but she didn't have time to indulge her emotions. As soon as she hit "submit", her phone rang. It was her father. "Scarlett, I need you to come back to New York. There's a situation that requires your expertise." "What kind of situation?" Scarlett asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. "There's been a breach in one of our safehouses. We need you to retrieve a package and ensure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." "But Dad, can I at least wait until our graduation ceremony?" Scarlett pleaded gently as she wasn't exactly ready (*at least mentally*) to be flung back to her father's criminal world.

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."