Scp-115 Novels & Stories

Ethan stepped closer. “What is that?” Lila couldn’t speak. She just turned the file toward him. His expression darkened instantly. “What the hell…” he muttered. Lucas frowned. “This is surveillance,” he said. “Not an investigation.” Vanessa nodded slightly. “Now you’re getting it.” Lila flipped the page. Then another. Then she froze. A section labeled: “Subject Selection Reason.” Her fingers shook as she read it. “Lila Bennett shows high cognitive pattern recognition, emotional adaptability, and behavioral predictability under pressure. Ideal candidate for controlled observation and manipulation study.”

“What does it show?” Damian pressed play. The footage began. The camera angle showed a sterile research room filled with monitors and equipment. Two doctors stood near a glass observation chamber. The timestamp glowed in the corner of the screen. Five years ago. One of the doctors spoke into a recorder. “Trial log recording. Project Aurora. Subject verification beginning.” The second doctor glanced at a tablet. “Subject identification: S-V-017.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. Silas. The doctor continued.

the third figure tell his companions Name: Lillian Carter Age: 17 D.O.D: June 9, 2000 Father: Deceased Mother: Married, lives in seattle Location: last seen in California "Why does this look like that human girl our predecessors had here some years ago?" The first cloaked figure asked "Because it is. It seems subject 114 isn't the only one compatible with serum H." "This is good, we can use her to create the soldiers he's looking for. Lets send some men to retrieve her instantly.

[Author's note: All the dialogues enclosed within asterisk are commmunicated through telepathy. So, even if the words said, roared, etc are used it is to be assumed that they are communicated through telepathy!] R-18 was busy working on the new project, assigned to him by his master when his mate S-15 mind-linked. *Your hostage is causing a ruckus. She has come out of the cell. Unfortunately, F-20 has seen this. You know how much he hates humans. I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you*

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

“I just need the world to believe I can.” He opened the door and nodded for me to move. I limped forward, body stiff but upright. Every step sent white heat up my leg, but I forced myself to stay ahead of him. The hallway curved into a larger chamber—one I recognized from the old schematics. This was the heart of Site Eleven. The Vault. A monolithic structure of reinforced titanium and quantum lock-seals stood at the center of the room, draped in layers of dust and old warnings. Danger, lethal Biocontainment, authorized Personnel Only.