Scp-118 Novels & Stories

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

Felix was fully focused—this was the kind of intel headquarters would never provide. There was no way he would miss a single word when it came to his own survival. Donna explained, "When an S-tier Malevolent Phantom reaches this state, even though its consciousness is in chaos, its instincts will still push it to seek salvation. It does this by filtering souls in a specific way, selecting only those that meet its criteria to reach its soul core. What happens after that—whether it wakes up or how you might influence its recovery—is something I don't know.

“Creating what?” Dorian shifted uncomfortably, his hand resting near his gun. “If Elise’s father is trying to cover this up, it means either the experiment failed… or it worked too well.” I swallowed hard. “And if it worked?” Leon’s expression was unreadable. “Then someone out there isn’t just a survivor. They’re something else.” Dorian moved to the rusted shelves, rifling through the old files. “There’s got to be more.” He pulled out another folder, flipping through it quickly. “Here. ‘Subject Theta. Final Phase: Relocation Protocol.’”

AUDIO HALO_TRANSCRIPT_139 She hit play. [Begin Audio Playback] Voice 1 (Female, clipped): “Asset Sera Duvall has reached activation. Confirmed contact with Target Lucien Calder. Emotional bond verified.” Voice 2 (Male, filtered): “And Calder?” Voice 1: “Oblivious. Still operating under emotional compromise. Believes the attachment is real.” Voice 2: “Does she suspect?” Voice 1: “No. Not yet. The ghost file embedded in her memory map is intact. Once she crosses the psychological trigger threshold ”

he asked causing me to be the one with furrowed eyebrows. "I never heard the phone go off" I explained causing him to sigh. "Her screams and sobs were" I said pausing before taking a deep breath "they were deafening" I said finally finding a word to explain it as multiple figures showed up in the doorway. I turn the camera around causing Lucian to move closer to the screen. "Keep me on the phone, I wanna be a part of this" he whispered and then I realized that the four figures climbing up the latter were the vampires and the warlock.

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

Charlie Gale looked at the cuff with interest. Cameron saw Meguitte’s shoulders hunch defensively. What, precisely, was her involvement with the cuffs? He wondered. She had been handcuffed, but not with magic, and she had known the words to release the werewolves… Talen’s name. “Did you see the Van Helsings’ torturer, Sparrow, during your time as a prisoner?” August interrupted, sparing Meguitte the necessity of answering Charlie. “Is there anything that you can tell us about him? He remains our number one target,” he added to the council, his eyes going to Greg. “Greg’s Triquetra will resume their efforts to locate and detain him now that the explosion is no longer of concern.”

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

before the Nursery”the one she had been told contained a portrait of her mother. She picked it up. It felt impossibly heavy, leaden in her palm. She clicked the clasp open. There was no picture inside. There was only a tiny, blackened shard of an integrated circuit, etched with a single line of text: TEST SUBJECT: 801 - FINAL STATUS: DECEASED. A soft, mournful whistle of wind moved through the street, causing a nearby shutter to slam against a storefront. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Did you really think you were the only one who escaped the delete, Cattleya?"

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”