Scp 107 Novels & Stories

ARC 8: INVADED BY THE VEYARI ALIENS WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content,breeding, alien tentacle elements, dubcon/noncon, aphrodisiac influence, and intense power imbalance. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ----- Dr Kane's pov I was pre-occupied in a tissue sequencer in Lab 7 when the Aether shields powered down. Red emergency lights started flashing and I felt my heart race in fear.

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.

Thorin belongs in his home, not me. Zeke growls and stomps his foot on the ground. In a minute, these scary-looking scorpions appear like they've been drowned at sea and he dissolves the surrounding shield. A waterlink has channels everywhere because water is a component of almost everything. "I hope you've read your watch well." His eyes glow a powerful shade of red as he speaks. "Seconds, Diamond. It took me only ten seconds. Now it will take even less."

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

" My stomach sank as a stone. The fire wall of the Archive flared up all of a sudden. We all turned about and looked at it. One symbol floated in the air….red, keen and throbbing like a wound. Wolf eye. Tyra swore to herself. They already are spying on us. The voice was distorted and was echoing in the room. Robotic and strata. Two or more persons talking simultaneously. The presence of subject seven has been detected. Integrity of code has been lost. Starting of reset scan. My heart hammered on my throat. "Is that the Council?" I asked. "Only their voice feed," Tyra grumbled. They have not got soldiers out yet. However, they will. Again the voice: Secondary unit Echo 7: in the field. Confli

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.”

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."

It was a voice that was perfectly calm, perfectly professional, and perfectly terrifying. *"This is the Aethel-Group Recovery Division. Sector 7-G has been identified as a 'Non-Sanctioned Biological Sprout.' Our records indicate that this landmass is a secondary backup for Project Origin. Your presence here is a violation of the End-User License Agreement."* From the tear in the sky, thousands of small, silver spheres began to descend. They didn't fall; they floated, moving in a perfect, geometric formation. "They’re spheres," a young wolf whispered, reaching out to touch one as it drifted near the ground.

Mara raised the view. “Is that it?” Eva didn't answer. Instead, she saw the ceiling. Everybody heard it. Steps. Up. Several. Slow down. Hard. Not the bald man. Not water. People. Then a voice from the bunker's loudspeaker. Old. Distorted. Male. “Station North at Marea headquarters. The subject has separated the bond. Protocol 7 activate. Secure target person.’ Eva's got a big deal. She whispered: “Oh no.” Mara got up.