Scp 137 Novels & Stories

Some hurled stones at street monitors, screaming at the sky, “No more gods in code!” Lucas muttered, “It’s testing them. Whoever or whatever sent that question wants to know if the world’s willing to kneel again.” Sophia felt the words like shards in her chest. “Or if I am.” They crowded around Clara’s workstation, the flickering map of global networks glowing over their faces. Clara expanded the origin point of the broadcast,a server cluster buried deep beneath the Atlantic’s web of data cables. “Same location as Helix’s emergency cloud,” she said. “But it’s sealed. No entry except through the master key.” She nodded toward the half-sun coin in Sophia’s trembling hand.

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*

“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.”

In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest. The pulsing rhythm filled the air, heightening As the dance floor beckoned, I stumbled onto its chaotic stage, becoming a mere silhouette in the sea of pulsating lights. The music became a distorted lullaby, easing the pain momentarily. A mysterious stranger, like a shadow emerging from the haze, locked eyes with me, drawing me into an unexplainable connection that transcended the blurred reality. In my intoxicated state, liquid courage surged through my veins, dulling the inhibitions that would have held me back. The stranger's gaze seemed to pull at the very essence of my being, and w

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

said Thirteen. The division master’s gaze moved coldly toward Thirteen. “Superior Monster is the military intelligence division’s 3S agent. He might look gentle and harmless on the surface, but he can complete an S mission, which shows that his mind is very meticulous. How could he easily let a girl of unknown origin approach him?” Thirteen suddenly had a look of surprise in her eyes. “You have a point there, Division Master.” “Do a background check on Savannah Jones.” “Yes.”

Prince Axel was on a rampage within, he was too excited to have the Omega inside the tank within close distance, cuddle, snuggle, rubbing their noses like the old times and shared hot times. “Xerahn your finally back” he teared up Axel watched him closely, and Penelope looked back at him, trying to imitate his movements. “How is Xerahn SC1?” Axel said without looking, staring only at Penelope's obsidian black eyes. SC1 means Scientists #1, Axel doesn't like to call anyone by name, so everyone around the lab are not using their original name. “The electric shock wave works pretty well, and we detected no side effects, he is indeed the perfect one”

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

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

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.