Scp-115 Novels & Stories

Studied his enhanced tissue in real time. Seven minutes. That's how long Marcus screamed. Emma presses her fist against her mouth. Doesn't make a sound. The woman continues tapping. New message. They're coming for you next. Torres wants live baseline data. He'll start cutting tomorrow. Stay awake. Don't let them sedate you. Emma taps back on Sophie's wall. Who are you? The woman responds immediately. Subject 11. Dr. Sarah Chen. Victoria's sister. I've been here five years. Your arrival changes everything. We have a chance now.

These older women were hilarious! After much discussion, we finally decided on the candidates best suited for Safe Haven. We informed Gabriel and gave him a summary of why we chose them. He was very impressed and said that he was so glad that he chose us to be the interview panel. He said that he would get his secretary to inform the candidates and that both Alex and him would take us through to Safe Haven as promised. We decided to freshen up before leaving the company and headed for the restrooms. We were to meet Gabriel and Alex on the first floor, which was the main reception area. Once we were done, we took the elevator down, and as the doors opened, we walked into total chaos! There we

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

The plan was for the interior team to have at least ten minutes to get into position and locate the Red Queen before the attacks started outside. Jo had glanced at the clock on her IAC as she’d started levitating toward the chimney. They should have about five minutes left before the shooting began. They rushed down a hallway, Dax, Ingrid, and Jo following behind Cassidy who was moving at such a rapid pace, the rest of them struggled to keep up, she doubted anyone would be able to see her as she flew past, even the Vampires, who should be able to track a lot better than a mere human.

“They sent it after the ones who fought back. To collect what was left.” The thing took a step forward. The ground shuddered under its weight. Ronan felt the chamber’s pull tighten again—not yanking, not dragging, but aligning. Testing responses. Measuring distance. “This isn’t the end of the lab,” he said quietly. “It’s the failsafe.” The construct stopped. Then tilted its head. And in a voice not spoken aloud—but pushed directly into Kiera’s mind—it said: “Subject Eleven. Return to position.” Kiera screamed silently as the pull surged.

“No. I want to see what the Order created… before it kills both our worlds.” --- The Astra facility was white as bone and silent as a morgue. The air smelled sterile, too clean to feel human. The steel doors slid open, releasing a sharp sting of chemicals. Evelyn slid through the hallway, scanning the biometric reader she’d stolen from old archives. Access granted. Cross-112 authorized. Lucien smirked. “They kept your record? Seems they still need bait.” “No,” Evelyn replied flatly. “They kept it to keep track of me.”

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

"You'll have to move eventually when security gets here." My body jerks back to life at the word security. "Please, sir," I blurt out. "My sister, Keisha, works here. I'm not an intruder." "Tell that to security." "Please—" "Don't move." His tone sharpens, as if he knows I'm about to make a run for his direction. Then I hear it, the sound of his phone dialing. My heart pounds so violently I promise one could hear it echo through the library.