Scp 073 Novels & Stories

He swapped roles with Oritha, who was happy to be the damage assistant and Sasha’s protector. Zen nodded in satisfaction from the sofa. The Seer was an excellent decoy. The boss constantly attacked him after teleporting while Akiko kept her eyes on the soul lamps and informed the swift surgeon where the boss would appear. Sasha wasn’t doing too shabby either. She fired as many shots as possible, preventing the boss from getting near any pillars and protecting Akiko’s scout position. Zen watched the boss struggle to teleport when Sasha’s shots became more accurate. His theory that the boss could not teleport when there was light was correct. Noting this, he instructed the two girls on standby

"Revival sequence complete. Unit Gamma-Seven, online. Primary directive: Await orders." The Reaper—Gamma-Seven—slowly, stiffly, pushed himself up into a sitting position within the pod. He looked down at his own hands as if he’d never seen them before. He flexed his fingers. Then, his head turned, and his pale eyes landed on Sela and Leo. There was no recognition. No anger. No threat. Just a vast, empty confusion.

The micro-SD card was an illegal sun, burning a hole through Sabe's palm. Rico's arrival had changed all this. He was no longer a passive captive waiting for his fate; he was a fighter in a cell, and the boundary of the enemy had just been marked. Section Seven. The title was an ice in his blood, reminding him walls were not just concrete, but living, breathing entities that could warp reality as they pleased. He was waiting for Anton's lawyers for a trial. By then he'd be buried under a mountain of pristine evidence, and Anton would be… whatever Marcus and his ghostly benefactors intended.

The screen flashed red once, then blinked green. He descended six levels. The air changed. Sterile. Pressurized. The vault corridor looked like something out of a sci-fi prison. White lights. Steel doors. Retinal scanners. Silent as death. He found Vault 713—the one marked with the sigil Leandro had drawn in blood. He placed the chip Amara had smuggled in her bracelet into the reader. Click. The door hissed open. Inside? A single black case. He picked it up. And that’s when he heard the footsteps.

Now, that beginning had a price her daughter's life. Hours passed. By midday, Jessica reached what used to be a research outpost, long abandoned but still humming faintly with power. Her instincts screamed trap, but she ignored them. She had come too far to turn back. Inside, the air was thick with dust and memory. Broken computers lined with walls, the glass cracked and faded. And yet in the corner, a faint blue light blinked. Jessica's heart pounded. She crossed the room and brushed away the debris covering an old terminal. The screen flickered, then displayed a single file name: E.D.E.N Protocol - Subject 07"

The mocking sound echoed sharply off the stone walls. "Seven thousand years..." He shook his head, stepping toward her and extinguishing the tiny flame between two fingers. "Seven thousand years... for this? What an extraordinary waste." He opened the Black Ledger one last time, writing with slow, deliberate strokes: Experiment 773. Awakening Result: Common Fire Authority. Conclusion: Failure. The book snapped shut with finality. "You can hardly remain "Experiment 773 forever," he said, looking down at the kneeling goddess. "From today onward... your name is Nysera."

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."

He breathed in contempt. Taheem walked into the tent, breaking Sheikh's Khalid's train of thoughts and bowed in greeting. Khalid smirked when Omar walked in, holding the American to his side. He watched the girl, her disheveled look as a result of the harsh desert winds and the fear which registered in her eyes he recognized as her fear of him. She looked away. Khalid looked at Taheem without speaking a word and he understood, the man reached out and grabbed Megan's other arm, yanking her free from Omar and pulled her to himself tightly.

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.