Scp-049 X Reader Novels & Stories

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

A moment before Einar pushes forward I look at Xander. “What is it?” Einar pushes the shift but Xander answers me in the mind link. ‘Vampires!’

She remembered the times when the arrogant high-schooler Gryphon would always smell her hair and feel its strands against his face. She kept her smile to herself, knowing that Gryphon wouldn’t walk inside his bedroom when he was busy working on his computer in the study. Andrea continued scrolling down and saw the little riddle that the blogger left for the readers. They made the readers guess who the real future Mrs. Pearce was, only for them to just end the article with the conclusion that it would be another breathtaking blonde. Before Andrea could throw her phone away, she just mindlessly scrolled down to check the end. Her fingers actually froze when she found out that the blogger snuck

“You have evil plans against me in the future.” Draymond shrugged. “Allow the future take care of itself. Live in the present for now, boy. You have the big opening. You can become a Sentinel today.” “So you think I should kill Jimin?” Xavier said, turning the book in his hands. “I didn’t say you should do anything,” Draymond frowned. “I just gave you the book that would best suit what you need to do right now.” Xavier turned the book over in his hands searching for a name. “This book was written by….” He turned the book around looking for the author’s name and he finally found it.

I signed it. Next, border incident that was resolved by Rylan. Handled. Another; request for an audience. Denied. My hand moved automatically until I reached the final envelope. I stopped. Something about it felt… wrong. The paper was thicker than the others — darker. And the address written across the front made my brow furrow. Xavier. Nothing else. No title. No “Your Majesty.” No mention of the Lycan Kingdom. Just my name. Marcus stirred immediately. ‘Careful.’

he muttered with his usual smile on. Doctor Xavier turned to face the intern next to him rather than replying to Alden's words. “Run a test on personality disorder using this blood,” he ordered before returning his gaze to Alden. “Mr. Kendrick, we have to proceed to scanning your head. If you really are a sa—” “You don't have to waste my time by spewing too much rubbish. Just proceed to the head scan,” his cold voice interrupted Doctor Xavier, finally intimidating him. Doctor Xavier led the way to the CT room.

The place was as sterile as an operation theater and everywhere smelled of isopropyl alcohol and bleach. The rat was more…flesh…intuition. Something was about to go wrong. I could just about see it. “Take the child,” Kira commanded a man wearing blue scrubs. I immediately put out my hand to stop him, but Xaden stopped me. “He’s a nurse. It’s okay.” “Alpha Xaden. I would’ve loved you to sit this one out, but…it’s going to be fun. Want to watch?” Kira cheerfully asked Xaden.

Her hand trembled and her breath became shaky, she didn’t know or understand what she was looking at “Experiment 14_ Cole Meyers_ Chimera testing “X” Experiment 06_ Janette McCurdy_ Werejaguar “X” Experiment 03_ Maddie Cult_ Chimera “X” Were they all dead, what do all these mean? Chimera , Kanima? She flipped from page to page and it goes on like that, the teenagers names and another strange name in front of it. some had x and some didn’t? “Experiment 25_ Roman st. Laurent_ Alpha werewolf “X0” Xo? Now she was just getting even more confused, why did her dad have all these? What is he getting his hands into that involved teenagers her age

He was parting the chaotic crowd like a violent, silent plow. "The resonance," Xander murmured, leaning back slightly so only I could hear the deep vibration of his voice. "Where is it pointing?" "Sector four. The information brokers," I whispered back, my eyes tracking the structural layout of the cavern. We stopped in front of a heavily warded iron booth. Sitting behind the rusted counter was an old, withered Hag—a practitioner of blood magic. Her eyes were milky white, but her fingers danced over a series of glowing, crystalline memory drives.

“Lena—he’s absorbing your power. He’s becoming something else.” Lena choked: “No… no, he’s my brother—he’s not a stabilizer—” Z-03 tilted its head. “He is not Z-03. Nor Z-04. But he is no longer human.” Z-04’s voice cut through harshly: “Z-01 must be terminated. It is the corrupted precursor.” Lena screamed: “I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH HIM!” Her presence flared again— Z-03 bowed deeper. Z-04 shook violently, digging its claws deeper into the earth.