Scp 106 Novelas e Histórias

In seconds, mushroom clouds form in the explosion center, Everything was witnessed by Alehandro, Sasu, and Alfred, they were dumbfounded by the sight and then shivered a cold sweat trickle down their forehead and back at the sight of pure death and destructions. "{Dragon 1, W.R…this is Shark CO, the package has been delivered…marked target has been eliminated..returning to base..}". (General Eliza) "Roger that Shark CO..elimination confirmed…have a safe flight…".

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

He keyed in the eleven digit code and pushed the door open, moving aside for me to go through first before shutting it and flicking on the TV. I walked over to his bed, undid my belt and slipped off my dress. I shook my head. After everything he'd bought me, he'd forgotten something for me to sleep in, or at least the girl working in the store had. I dropped my bra onto the floor and pulled his black shirt over my head. It was something at least. "Was he a Scorcher?" I flinched at the question and wondered, as I always did, if he'd watched me change.

Bryce added. Cobra smiled, "I like the way you think but is it what I am thinking?" Bryce nodded, "Yes, a public execution. I will supply you with the name of Queen's College and every other information you need. Didn't you want a target point? Well, I just got you one. Queen Scorpion will never know what hit her." "As long as you deliver the chip, we have a deal," Cobra replied. Shawn and Queen alighted from his aircraft. A car picked them up and drove them to the address Anthony Baltimore had given to them.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Then— She saw it. A flash. A door. Faintly stamped near the biometric panel: Level VI. Her eyes widened. “It was… it was the door right after the failed test. When the doctor came running in screaming, ‘It worked!’—the scream came right before that. I remember now... the door had Level VI printed on it, clear as day.” Charles shot up from his seat. “Then that’s where they’re keeping the real project. Not the demo floor with the animals, not the staged trials. Level VI holds the key.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

Scott asks Channing. Channing simply nods and turns, walking in the direction of where the human presumably met a very unfortunate end, with Scott following him. “Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions, Alpha?” Detective Doug asks me. Chapter 14 coming soon