Scp 073 Novels & Stories

“What is that?” “Something I pulled from one of Maria’s encrypted files. I didn’t tell you before because I wasn’t sure what it was.” I hesitated. “And now you are?” He nodded once. “Now I’m sure.” He plugged the drive into his laptop. The screen flickered, then filled with a list of video files timestamps, dates, and one word that made my stomach drop. SUBJECT 07 – S.R. My initials. The room tilted. “What the hell is this?”

Seven suddenly creeps out of bed and heads to the washroom. He starts speaking on the phone. "Why is May here? I want her gone!" Seven hisses. "Her being here will ruin our plan. She's a distraction. And she's allover me!" There's a moment of silence as he listens to the receiver on the other end. "Let's not ruin this!" Seven says and pauses. "Terra has fallen into our trap CJ!" 😳😳😳😳😳

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.

Eyes that looked like they’d been somewhere else for hours. Penelope didn’t ask if she was ready. She just held out the device. And said, “It’s you. From then on. I don’t know where this was taken. Somewhere before Manhattan. Maybe inside Stage 7.” Vivienne took it gently. Sat on the edge of her bed. She pressed PLAY. At first, it was just breathing. Then her own voice only not quite hers. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” “What is your name?” “Subject 7B.”

Then finally, he said, “Then we’ll build walls. As many as it takes. You’re not facing her alone.” I looked at him, eyes wet. “What if she’s right? What if we were meant to be one?” “Then she’s the shadow,” he said. “And you’re the light.” Outside, Zero stood still as the wind picked up around her. But she wasn’t watching the door anymore. She was looking up. Far above, a satellite’s lights began to flicker. One red blink…then another. Inside it, a voice whispered: “Subject Seven confirmed. Echo destabilizing. Merge incomplete.” “Initiate Phase Three.”

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.

Scene Shift – Unknown Location Matteo sat in the back of a sleek black car, watching a flickering monitor feed displaying Sophia’s room at the safehouse. He smiled. “Cage One is online,” he said softly. “And my little brother has no idea what he’s brought into his heart.” He looked to the man beside him — a silent figure with a scar down his throat and an eerie stillness. “Prepare Phase Three.” The man nodded once. “And tell Vale’s replacement,” Matteo added, “to hurry. I want her activated before the wedding.”

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”

As the two men scurried away, Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine as she realized what was happening - they were selling out their own information to the unknown woman for some kind of undisclosed benefit. But before Scarlett could leave unnoticed, one of them spotted her lurking behind the crates. "Hey, you there!" The man instinctively pulled his gun at her. "You made a mistake messing with the wrong person bro, she's the Lord's heiress." Bamm! A familiar throaty voice boomed behind Scarlett as she watched the hand man drop dead within a fraction of second. Stunned at the turn of events, everyone looked towards the direction of the shot and there he was, standing there without a care

Scar comforts Lilith, “She will come and beg me herself, and she will pay for all her lies, today.” “Can I have your phone?” Lilith asks, “Mine is out of battery, but I might need to call for help...” “Sure,” Scar doesn’t hesitate for too long, “The password is 1225.” “Thanks!” Lilith smiles at Scar, and flees before their eyes could meet. Hiding in a corner, Lilith takes out her own phone. A new message waiting for her-- [I’m in. I have got eyes on the target.] Lilith types fast as a reply--