Scp-118 Novels & Stories

Ariana beside him. They entered. The chamber lights activated automatically. And then— they saw it. Not a body. Not a grave. Something worse. A preserved record. Glass enclosure. Inside— documents. Photographs. Medical reports. And one image placed at the center. A child. Young. No older than six. Standing rigidly in a clinical room. Eyes empty. Not emotionless. Conditioned. Victor stopped. Something in his chest tightened. Ariana felt it too. “This is the first attempt,” the Council woman said from behind them.

“Because I failed.” “At what?” “To stop the First Serael.” The lights flickered. Selene’s face changed. “She found me.” Victor raised his weapon. “Where?” “Inside Sovereign.” A low vibration moved through the building. Selene whispered: “She isn’t a person anymore.” I froze. “What?” “She transferred herself into the system decades ago.” Lucien stepped forward. “You’re saying the First Serael is inside Sovereign?” “Yes.” “And she’s been controlling everything?”

“If your framework survives…” “…perhaps mine becomes less inevitable.” Claire whispered: “And if it fails?” The Curator answered: “Then at least you will understand why I stopped asking people to become infinite.” The deep layer opened one narrow channel. A case file appeared. YEAR: 2441 DEFENDANT ORIGIN: MARCUS ELL ACTIVE SELF-DEFINED CONTINUATIONS: 7 CHARGE: MASS CASUALTY SABOTAGE DEAD: 18,402 ALL SEVEN CONTINUATIONS DENY SOLE RESPONSIBILITY

“When they’ve messed with it before, it’s been an extremely powerful Vampire, and they’ve been aware of what we are up to. These bastards have no idea what we’re about to do. All they’re worried about is Margie and her forces attacking them from outside the building. They won’t be expecting anyone with telepathy, and they certainly won’t think that we’d find a way to dig into their building without being detected.” She seemed very confident, and Jo wanted to believe her. After all, her aunt had been doing this a long time and had a lot of experience to dwell on. “All right then,” Jo said with a nod. “Then… that’s our plan. We’ll let our team on the ground know as soon as we can.” “Are you su

“YOU CAN NOT DO THAT TO ME NEO! I AM STILL YOUR SISTER, SHOW SOME MERCY!” An officer shouted at her to quieten down! Neo laughed sarcastically and then asked, “The same mercy you showed me? You see, people may think that you have some good in you, and there’s a possibility that you could change. Even these lovely ladies came with in the hope of sorting things out with you but you see, I haven’t told them yet about the monstrous things you have done since your youth and the truth behind why we never had a relationship, siblings normally would. You are a murderous, psychopath who does not deserve any bit of mercy! I have set up an appointment with the Chief of Police tomorrow morning to give

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

" I nearly vomit. Sierra? Sierra and Cassian—? No. That's not possible. But the next file opens before I can breathe. A photo. Emilia, holding a child. In the corner—Larsson, arm around her, eyes cold as death. Title: "Project Greyborn, Phase I: Subject Sierra L." The room spins. My stomach twists. A notification pops up on the laptop. Live Feed Enabled: Safe House Camera 2. I click. The screen opens—the hallway just outside the surgical room. A nurse passes by, then Malik. Then a— A figure in a black hood. I lean forward to get a closer look. The camera glitches— Then the feed goes blank. "No, no, no—" I sprint towards the hallway.

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

she said in my voice. The room trembled. The lights flared red. Alarms screamed, numbers overlapping into chaos… “Sequence breach! Sequence breach! Subject 11 is unstable!” “Shut it down! Shut it down now!” The walls shuddered, white fracturing into streaks of shadow. I stumbled back, pressing my hands over my ears as the sound grew deafening, metal and static merging into a shrill, endless note.. And then silence. Just like that, it all vanished.

“Opps, sorry about that son, “Adam said, holding a bottle of liquor. Rashidat rushed to draw all the curtains, darkening the whole room. “It will heal, “Rashidat replied, walking closer to him. Just as she had spoken, his body began to heal itself. “So where is the man?” he asked and the two stood up, leading him to another dark room. The man was tied up in a chair, he had a dried stream of blood somewhere below his chin. His suit turned and had dirt all over it… when he sighted Ichabod, he began to scream. “Stay away from me! Stay away from me! You evil!”