Dr Glass : Scp Novels & Stories

His voice, laced with authority, cut through the silence, "Who is this?" Tracy's response was humble, almost tinged with a hint of fear, as she averted her gaze from the doctor's piercing eyes. "He's the new janitor," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence descended upon the room, magnifying the tension that hung in the air. Drak stood tall, his expression guarded, as Doctor Hale slowly rose from his chair. Closing the distance between them, he approached Drak with purpose, his eyes locked on the bandage that encircled Drak's head.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

Caspar asked anxiously. The nurse said, in the airs of someone here for the drama, "The director invited an arcane expert from the Dracotigris Order over. The expert said that the hospital might be infested by impure existences, so he's just begun working his magic. Everyone wants to take a look." Aria scoffed. "An expert from the Dracotigris Order? Here to work his magic? This is a disease, not a ghost haunting." The nurse agreed with her. "This is the director's decision, though. Is she your friend, Dr. Helm?"

Scott POV The deeper we moved into the facility, the clearer it became that this wasn’t some mercenary operation or rogue science lab. It was organized. Militarized. Calculated. Every hallway was clean and metallic, reinforced with thick steel panels and lined with surveillance nodes tracking our movement. The alarms echoed behind us—deep, guttural sirens vibrating through the walls. Drazhan ran ahead of me, snapping his fingers and sending a bolt of shadow magic into an advancing guard. The man flew back into a wall.

“You’ll need to look into the scanner.” It worked. The door hissed open. Inside was a massive chamber lit by blue light. Servers towered over them. In the center, attached to life-support machines and neural-interface nodes, was a frail old man. Dr. Aldric Voss. He looked up, eyes glassy but alert. “Grace I knew you would come.” She froze. “How?” He chuckled weakly. “Because she said you would.” “Jade?” “No,” he said. “Your mother.”

The sharp piece of glass itself turned and straight strikes back to Nikona's father and pierced through his throat. My mouth hung open in shock.I look between Drax and Zion who were stunned. “How did you do that?” Zion asked. “I didn't…” I mumbled out, my heart rate accelerating as I find something absolutely strange crawling at the back of my neck. “Elysia” Drax called out, concern shimmering in his eyes as he stepped away from Nikona's lifeless body to approach me. “Who are you?” I asked, knowing that there's something or someone behind this.I can't keep on ignoring it.

“If you say so. But your… ally sleeps on the forward deck. My crew spooks easy.” Ellie bristled. “He saved our lives more times than I can count. He’s not—” Voss touched her arm, quieting her. “Let it go, Ellie. For now.” The Briefing Room Hours later, storm still raging outside, they gathered in a low-lit wardroom lined with screens and maps. Drax tapped a keyboard; encrypted feeds flickered to life. Satellite shots. The A****n glowing with strange veins. The black coil in Loch Ness. Kyoto burning. Giza’s collapsed dig.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

His voice like oil over glass. Dr. Brennan Shaw. Chief Science Officer of FRGR. “Congratulations,” he said smoothly. “You made quite the escape.” Kim flinched, her arms crossing over her chest. “Don’t worry,” he continued. “We’re not here to bring you back. That ship has sailed. But we are interested in what you plan to do next.” Travis stepped between us and the screen. “Cut the signal.” “I wouldn’t,” the image said, eyes twinkling behind those dark lenses. “We’ve embedded microdrones within the utility grid across this part of Europe. Any tampering will trigger… consequences.”

"A girls body was been found floating in a river with a wound in her neck. She is identified on her I.d we found in her pocket. She is Lesly Thrill currently working in a hospital. Police can't find any lead and Cctv's that time is not found. Let's hear a word from a doctor who checked on her," Waylan got shocked when the doctor who is talking from the news is Jet. "Good morning, as I check the dead body seems like she died from losing a lot of blood. I'm sorry to say this but seems like vampires are now appearing. Why? As you look on her neck seem like something sucks her blood and human is not capable of doing that." Waylan's bag suddenly fell upon hearing what Jet has said. "How can he s