Scp 131 Novels & Stories

Scarlett said, nodding toward the training grounds where the cyber-Lycan warriors were already boarding the transport bays. As the Ark began its massive, sub-space jump toward the North Pole, Scarlett felt a chill that had nothing to do with the arctic air. In the depths of the Stellar Navigator, a new file had just decrypted. "Project Chimera: Final Objective—The Resurrection of the Prime Architect." Scarlett’s heart hammered. Xuan was gone, and the High Scientist was a prisoner. But if there was a "Prime Architect" still waiting in the Silent Gears, then the experiment was far from over.

However, when he zipped it up and was ready to leave, a fair hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on the suitcase. Sir Harris looked at No. 13 in astonishment. However, he noticed that his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had been crying blood. "Leave them all behind." Sir Harris was surprised. He suddenly remembered what Thea had said, “If he accepts these gifts, then I can be sure that he is my brother." "No. 13, that Ms. Thea, do you know her?" No. 13 lifted a pair of watery and mesmerizing eyes, but the black pupils beneath the watery surface exuded a strong sense of intimidation. "I have nothing to do with her."

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

I was pretty far away from Stephanie's house. Alpha Jackson. 2 rogues got passed us and they are at our Lunas house. My border patrol mindlinked I grabbed two warriors and ran all the way to her house. No way in hell is someone getting to her. Not now and not ever. I messed up everything before. I can't afford to lose her again. My heart pounded in my chest as we finally caught sight of her house. Her front door was ripped off and I could see 2 huge figures in the hallway of her house leading to her panic room. Her yells filled my ears. Even behind the panic room door she still yelled.

William chased after me. I ran to the next group of boys. Checking them. " Bright! " I shouted. " Mummy's here!" I scream. William tries to hold me down but I pushed him off of me. " Bright! Bright! " The other boys running away from me crying as I search for my baby. " Jade" William holds me again. " Let go! It not possible. It can't be! Bright wouldn't go like this! Bright never had sepsis!" I struggle with him trying to push him away.

“Whatever.” Andrea waved her objections away. “It worked. Two: So far as we know, only Haunt can detect the charmer. So we ask Scy if there is any other way he can think of, then see if he has any records from his predecessor that might indicate human/Haunt crosses in your midst.” Leo sat up. “That’s not possible!” Andrea placed a hand on her stomach. “Is. Scy did say it was rare for your women to have hard labors, seemed to think it a strong indicator of rape, maybe by Haunt. Cases of pre-labor sickness could give a strong clue.”

He typed four characters into the terminal, his knuckles steady, his eyes fixed on the blinking line at the base of the frozen progress bar. CMD: OVERRIDE_LOG The green screen flickered once, the blue blocks of the progress bar vanishing into a single, clean line of white text that began to scroll from the bottom of the display: MASTER KEY VERIFIED: CATHERINE HAWTHORNE (1998) Sophia’s hand moved then—not toward the white drive on the desk, but toward the inner pocket of her trench coat, her fingers closing around something small and dark that didn't look like a phone or a storage device.

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."

From a locked ebony box, she took out a small glass vial. Inside was a shimmering blue liquid. "This is the old Sicilian way," her voice was a witch's rasp. "An ancient neurotoxin, mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac. A few drops, and she will lose all will to resist. She will become compliant, desperate. Get her pregnant with a Whitestone heir, and motherhood will be her chain. All women are the same. A child is a leash." Gavin stared at the vial, a war raging inside him.