Scp-035 Novels & Stories

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

So he grabbed Junes hand. The moment his skin touched her skin a wave of blue light exploded. The silver woman screamed. It was a machine-like sound that broke the windows. She flickered like a TV screen and pushed June away. "Biological interference!" the woman hissed. "The Engineer holds the memory of the 03 unit. He is the anchor. If the anchor is destroyed the 03 unit will join us." The woman pointed her hand at the ground. The mud turned into silver spikes. They shot up aiming for Bensons chest.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

he said. "Yuck, that's disgusting!" Both Allen and Kim exclaimed. "Just kidding assholes. Gotta go." he said and they all end the video chat. 'Just wait 'till I have you, Primo Aziel Hughes' he thought as a creepy smirk slowly painted on his face. Outside the office, Primo was breathing hard while running on the hallway, trying to run away from that guy. He had his suit fixed already and this agency is so huge he can't find his way out.

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

"Elian handles the vitals and data logging. Voss handles security and physical boundaries. I’m mostly here to keep the environment stable." "Stable," I repeated, letting the word bite. "Is that what you call kidnaping someone and locking them in an underground box?" "I call it a contract," he replied smoothly, showing no offense at my tone. "And for what it's worth, it isn't an underground box. We're on the third floor of a retrofitted industrial facility." I blinked, taking in the casual slip of information. "Why would you tell me that?"

It was the song of the core, unique, undeniable, and utterly non-human. MATCH CONFIRMED: SUBJECT 0. "We’re taking her," Vance said, reaching for the radio on his shoulder. "Secure the transport. We’re moving to the Quantico sub-facility." "No," I stepped forward, the restraint finally snapping, but Miller’s hand caught my arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong, her fingernails digging into the fabric of my suit.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

Her hands were gripping a piece of paper but she appeared pale and worn out. Quietly she said “I opened one of the locked files. And this is what I discovered.” The paper was put on the table. Leaning over, we read it. It was a letter. Brief. Hasty. taken from an ink-stained notebook page. 𝐼𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠: To whom it may concern. It appears that Subject 03 has survived if you are reading this. They'll come get her. Every one of them. Not only is the blood in her veins uncommon, it is also associated with the oldest house.