Scp-049 X Reader Novels & Stories

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!’

Not only did she have dark circles and eyebags around her slanted eyes, but all of us did as well. "I am relieved that it was successful. So what comes next?" Concerned and hesitant, Xander asked with a low voice. Xander was typically so talkative, so I had never seen him exhibiting such a low profile. “We came to the conclusion that he would be the covert agent inside the manor. In light of the fact that the both of us able to interact telepathically, it would be convenient for me if he could inform us about anything that is occurring inside. Perhaps he could also give us a heads-up whenever Sera is about to organise some other scheme or something.” After removing the shawl that was draped

"Cuff them. All of them." "Wait! We found—" "You found nothing. X erased it. I can feel the quantum signature from here. Every file in that bunker is gone. Every document. Every photograph. Rendered into probability clouds." Chen looked almost sympathetic. "I told you this was over your head. X has technology that breaks reality. You cannot fight that with motorcycles and determination." "But Samuel Cross—Marcus's brother—he has—"

It has to possess someone it’s touching or with whom it’s locked eyes, so it’s best to deal with the vetala as a small team as X and I intended to do, away from crowds, away from others in whose bodies it would try to escape. X had returned to Savitri’s house for me. My protective temporary henna tattoos were ready. I noticed Savitri look at X sometimes when his attention was more focused on me, and smile at him. I remembered when I had awakened in the Underdenver hospital, how extraordinary the nurse had thought it that I referred to him as simply X, not Mr. X, while he called me Carl. This was having a profound effect on everyone who knew X apparently. X had brought a manila envelope from

New York City. October. Xavier's Penthouse. 9:17 PM. Xavier was already moving. He crossed the locked room in four strides, pulled open a drawer in the desk that Scarlett hadn't noticed before, and took out two things — a small black device that looked like a modified phone and a keycard on a lanyard that he looped over his neck without ceremony. He was already typing on the modified device with one hand while he moved toward the door, and Scarlett watched him shift from the man who had been standing very still with her hand on his to something else entirely — focused, contained, operating on a frequency she recognized because she'd been operating on it her whole professional life.

Liam ripped off the panel and rewired it manually, sparks flying. “You’ve done this before,” Elara said. “Too many times,” he muttered. “Victoria loved her puzzles. I learned to break them.” When the hatch hissed open, a gust of sterile, recycled air hit their faces. It smelled of metal, chemicals, and faint traces of blood. Liam descended first, the beam from his flashlight slicing through the darkness. The deeper they went, the more the walls changed from rough stone to polished steel. And then he saw it. Rows of glass chambers, glowing faint blue. Inside each one floated a small, motionless figure of children, suspended in liquid. Their faces were peaceful, too peaceful. Labels scrolled a

April I look up from my documents, acting as if I could concentrate on them over my raging heartbeat. The lycan steps in after Scott, who keeps spewing facts about the pack and his warriors. It looks like the lycan has to even bend down a little bit to fit through the door, but I might be hallucinating. “This is the miracle doctor I was talking to you about.” Scott lifts his arm, gesturing towards me. “April Foster. That’s General Alastor.”

“How about that one. D3M04/A4G31. It looks like the codes I saw on the other files.” Rowan opens the file and gasps. We don’t even notice that our noses are almost touching the screen as we read through the file. D3M04 10RD- Captured date 03/16/1999 - Present Subject showing signs of aggression after being separated from the mate. Due to genetic abilities, the subject is a viable donor for the life endurance of interspecies permutation. D3M04’S mate, A4G31, although a viable donor, is expendable. However, D3M04 10RD has proven himself to be unmanageable because of his superior abilities. Therefore, an arrangement has been made with D3M04 10RD that as long as he remains cooperative, A4G31 sh

My breath caught as the man in chains lashed out at Xavier. Odd that my heart would skip a beat for Xavier’s safety, but he didn’t even flinch. I couldn’t see his face clearly, just his profile cloaked in shadows. I couldn’t tell if he was speaking, but the man in chains was becoming more furious, pulling and twisting until he fell to the ground. The wolves quickly yanked him back to his feet. Suddenly, a tail swiped at Xavier, the tail belonging to the man in chains. I guess he was a wolf after all, though he wasn't fully transformed. Xavier leaned back and avoided the blow, and my hand flew to my mouth as I gasped at what happened next. Xavier reached forward and his entire hand vanished i