Scp 106 Novels & Stories

"We have to go. Please take care of yourself, you deserve to be happy. I love you so much, don't forget." In no time the door was shattered and The Scourge walked through it. "Well well well", he gave an evil smile. "That would give Lucas and every other creature a chance live normal lives once again", Carla smiled. "Yeah". "Excuse me, I have a message", Logan clicked on it and saw pictures of Sophia, James and two others tied up. "The Scourge has Sophia at the headquarters. I have to go", he left without waiting. "We are coming with you", Carla said as they began to kit up.

There is only one thing you need to do. Come alone, or else I'll shoot her pretty face and make you watch. Midnight sharp. You know where. Your beloved brother, Damon. Taped to the bottom was a lock of her bright red hair as proof that Scar was Stanley's captive. Damon was shaking by the time he finished the letter. The edges had crumpled and torn beneath his furious grip, and now that he was finished reading, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the fire. He let out a massive roar, clawing at the sheets and mattress in rage and mattress in rage and terror.

They drag it into the dark. Her voice rose—fierce, raw, furious. But heres what they always forget,truth doesnt bleed when you shoot it. The square detonated in sound. Chanting, stomping, fists in the air. SO-PHI-A! SO-PHI-A! Behind the stage, Lucass image finally vanished as the security team severed the compromised feed. The sudden emptiness on the screen made Sophias breath stutter. She turned to Clara. Trace the signal. Ralia had already pulled up the coordinates. Warehouse district. Near Apapa port. I can assemble a team.

The stillness before an unseen storm. “This place gives me the creeps,” Lucien muttered from the front, fingers twitching over his tablet. “Signal interference is unnatural. Even EMP scramblers don’t block this much.” “They’re jamming it from the inside,” Kira said. “Whatever’s in there, they don’t want anyone getting out.” Tariq checked his explosives pack. “Or maybe they’re keeping something in.” The crawler came to a halt at the edge of a rocky plateau, where a steel hatch lay buried in ice and stone—barely visible beneath decades of frost. The entrance to Site 6.

“Apparently, she did that so she wouldn’t have to return my wolf and scent.” “Which she gave to another person,” IIya said, her tone almost amused. “Well…I’m glad to inform you that you’re lucky. This book contains the list of all sorcerers and whatever magic they can create—potions, spells, you name it. I have Akira’s magic over…here!” Her eyes twinkled as she unfolded her fist, revealing a small vial with a black liquid inside. “Take it to whomever stole your wolf and scent. Just a little drop on them, and the restoration occurs.”

“Blind to who?” Bianca answered, “To everyone but the ones watching us.” Alessio sat. “So they’re real.” “They’re not just real,” Sofia said. “They’re active.” She pulled out a satellite map. Infrared scans. Six sites. Each one humming. Each one pulsing the same way their vault did before it cracked. Rosa stepped forward. “I thought we ended it.” Alessio didn’t look at her. “We ended ours.” Bianca said, “And now we have a choice.”

Damon POV ~•~ The SUV had barely cleared the gates when my phone buzzed against my thigh. Encrypted line. I swiped. “Talk to me.” Marco’s voice came low and rough. “Boss, we got something. Not solid proof yet, but a real lead. You’re gonna want to see this yourself.” “Anything’s better than the nothing we’ve had,” I said, leaning forward. “Spill.” “Not over the phone. Warehouse Six. The old one by the docks. We’ve got two guys who can do the explaining better than me.”

Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six — and were met with silence. Not normal silence. Dead silence. Alexander tightened his grip on his knife. “This level… feels wrong.” Elias scanned the corridor — his eyes glowing faint amber, the faint bond tugging him downward. “She’s close. One level below.” Sable ran a quick scan with her wrist device. “Hold up, hold up — something’s not right. Level Six is usually swarming with guards.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “So where are they?” A voice answered from above.

Lena Sharma, a retired physicist now living in obscurity. The message he typed was brief, cryptic, and urgent: “The RPO is compromised, but the Proxy lives. Thorne Corp has fallen. Initiating Phase 1 of the ‘Phoenix Protocol.’ I need a clean extraction point and a path to the archives, now. I am coming for Elias.”

Anomaly classification revised. Human neural instability confirmed. Interest level reduced. I almost collapse with relief. But the scout sends one final message. Report transmitted. The connection abruptly vanishes. The chamber returns instantly. The silver floor beneath my feet. The Custodian ship around us. Ezra grabbing my shoulders. “Aidan.” I stagger slightly. Matteo rushes forward. “Did it work.” I take a breath. “I think so.” The Custodian speaks immediately. Transmission from the scout has ended. Severiel watches the projection carefully.