Scp 131 Novels & Stories

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

“You were instructed to remain within the parameters of Arcadia Facility until clearance was granted.” “Containment?” she repeated. “The lab’s gone. Everything’s gone.” The man tilted his head. “Negative, ma’am. The system reports active signals inside. You triggered a partial reboot.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “I shut it down.” “Apparently not.” The shorter of the two stepped forward, holding out a small scanner. It emitted a soft tone as it passed over her body. The screen lit up in red. THIRTEEN-A: ACTIVE He glanced at his partner. “Confirmed.”

Mira could feel the resonance of the Red Moon calling to her even here, like it was buried somewhere beneath the compound, pulsing beneath her feet. Every step deeper made her more aware of what they had tried to steal: her identity, her control, her bond. “Stop,” she said suddenly. Everyone froze. She looked to the side of the corridor. A glass panel marked Biological Data Archive – Class XIII blinked red. Inside were rows of files, screens, and vials marked with the same number stamped on her chest during capture: Luna-13. Grey’s hand hovered over his weapon. “Mira…” “I need to see,” she whispered.

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”

“Apparently, she did that so she wouldn’t have to return my wolf and scent.” “Which she gave to another person,” IIya said, her tone almost amused. “Well…I’m glad to inform you that you’re lucky. This book contains the list of all sorcerers and whatever magic they can create—potions, spells, you name it. I have Akira’s magic over…here!” Her eyes twinkled as she unfolded her fist, revealing a small vial with a black liquid inside. “Take it to whomever stole your wolf and scent. Just a little drop on them, and the restoration occurs.”

They drag it into the dark. Her voice rose—fierce, raw, furious. But heres what they always forget,truth doesnt bleed when you shoot it. The square detonated in sound. Chanting, stomping, fists in the air. SO-PHI-A! SO-PHI-A! Behind the stage, Lucass image finally vanished as the security team severed the compromised feed. The sudden emptiness on the screen made Sophias breath stutter. She turned to Clara. Trace the signal. Ralia had already pulled up the coordinates. Warehouse district. Near Apapa port. I can assemble a team.

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

I gripped Mara's hand tighter as she stumbled, her small legs struggling to keep pace. "Here!" Saskia skidded to a halt before a blast door marked CONTROL CORE. She pressed her palm to the scanner—it flashed red. "Dammit, he locked me out!" Nolan shoved her aside, wiring his EMP device into the panel. "Stand back—" The explosion blew the door off its hinges. Inside, the Pulse generator throbbed like a living heart, its central core pulsing with sickly blue light. Countdown displays flashed across every screen: *00:02:17*

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.”

It wasn’t much, just a shack wired into old Council networks, powered by a flickering solar cell, but it had heat, water, and the faint signal of satellite transmissions. The shack sat in a small clearing. Moss had grown over the collapsed fencing, and metal panels were peeling like sunburned skin. This place hadn't been touched in years. Subject 13 was already inside when we arrived. He handed me a data pad without a word. “What’s this?” I asked. “Transmission logs,” he said. “There’s something you need to see.” I sat at the edge of the table while Null adjusted her core beside a broken vent. Kieran hovered near the door, tense like he expected the forest to come alive and attack us. He was