Scp 073 Novels & Stories

Her eyes were cold, diamond-blue mirrors. She looked exactly like the Grace Sterling on the billboards. But she was holding a heavy, black-iron scepter that pulsed with a rhythmic, blue light. "The Ninety-Day Clause is officially over," the woman said. Her voice was a perfect, high-fidelity replica of my own. She pointed the scepter at Ethan. "Unit 7," she commanded. "Initialize the Scorched Earth Protocol. Eliminate the corrupted hardware." Ethan stood up. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at the baby.

I reach for the mate bond instinctively, but the dampening field presses down again, heavy and cold. “So even if we break free,” I whisper, “we cannot leave.” “Not without help,” Subject Zero says. I draw a slow breath. “Theo has the coordinates.” “Yes.” “And Scottie,” I add. “Likely,” she agrees. Anger burns in my chest, steady and sharp. “I have been testing the dimensional lock,” Subject Zero continues. “It responds to certain frequencies. Certain biological signatures.” My pulse spikes. “Like mine.” “Yes,” she says. “And like yours.”

They are trying to cover up for their superior at my expense. “I suggest you tell the truth?” Corvin whispers behind me. I stop my foot on the ground, making no effort to hide my distaste. “Do you all have any idea what you are doing?” “Alpha Sebastian,” Seven calls, a reassuring undertone in his voice. “I think you’re getting everything all wrong. We aren’t trying to outsmart you or anything. If you want, we can show you footage of the Luna leaving the laboratory premises.”

and familiar. With no hesitation, I got up from the bed. I took the long hook beside the vanity table next to the bedside table. I walked over the spot where the attic door was and pulled it down. I, then, took the wooden ladder next to the vanity table and placed it under the attic door. When I climbed up, I stopped right under the scuttle hole. I used to get scared going up alone. I'm scared of the darkness of this specific place, afraid that I might see something I don't wanna see. Something terrifying. Something that is world crashing.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

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.

On the perfect enhanced wolf standing before them. She spoke in that wrong, gurgling voice. "Sister." Kira smiled. "Not sisters. You're just experiments. Failed ones. I'm a success." "Then we'll eat the success," Number Seven said. "Take your perfection. Make it ours." The hybrids attacked. Kira moved like lightning, faster than anything I'd seen. She caught Number Seven's clawed hand mid strike, twisted, and ripped the arm completely off. Black blood sprayed across the cell. Number Seven screamed.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

Scott POV As we delved deeper into the chamber, the air grew thick and musty, laced with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone. Torchlight flickered against the jagged walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Throne led the way, his steps purposeful and unyielding, his the wind swirling faintly around him like a protective cloak. I followed close behind, my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of adrenaline and lingering exhaustion from the time jump. Julianna was right at my side, her eyes wide with determination, but I could sense the strain in her—her mana had only just replenished, and we couldn't afford any slip-ups that might expose who we are.