Scp 137 Novels & Stories

But Taheem didn't respond, instead he stood still, never for once tearing his gaze away from the two of them. The man's eyes bore holes into them and Omar felt Megan shiver, he knew she was afraid and he understood why she should be, especially of Taheem. The man was a human robot, loyal and devoted only to the Sheikh and the only person whose presence made Omar uneasy. Taheem would willingly use 'any means necessary' to carry out the Sheikh's orders, Omar wasn't afraid of the man but he feared for what they might do to Megan is either of them resisted, they would not dare harm him. His father didn't have her best interest at heart and Taheem was obviously no different.

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

She trembled but didn’t argue. Lisa stepped forward, grinning, her power crackling through the air like a living thing. “Come to me, little Luna,” she whispered. “I want to taste your light. Just a little taste. You can’t be that selfish. You know, the balance can easily break with the two of us being alive. It can tear lands apart. But if you give me a taste…” “Valerie, you are going to run…” “Xavier…” “I said a word. Do not stop until you get out of the forest. Hide.” I said, pushing her behind me as I stared at Lisa who was not done with whatever she was doing. “Use what you can to keep yourself safe. You can’t let her get you.”

I nodded for him to continue, only he didn't. "Okay, so what exactly is the plan?" Micheal rolled his eyes, muttering idiot under his breath to Shawn. "It's simple, not all these camps are that heavily guarded, mainly because a lot of specials were able to get away using your portals. Those that only have a hundred or less guards could be hit with a smaller unit of our own. We need a hacker and a telepath in every unit." His eyes never left my own and I wanted to look away, butI was very intrigued by his plan. "We'll also need someone who can reflect light or turn a lot of people invisible in each unit. Using these people we'll get about 30ft from the camps. Once 30ft away the hackers can h

“Ifu intercepted these scrolls from the Darkwater Freight Dominion raid for a reason. These specific tributes are being routed straight through a shell sanctuary on the Mooncrest Coast.” “I am literally forcing our way through their ancestral proxy-nodes right now,” she snapped, her fingers blurring across a custom glass keyboard that hummed with kinetic energy. “But the moment my spirit-trace touches their Cayman mirror, the system tries to track my physical scent back to this room.” “Then mask your scent,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a tense, desperate whisper. “Use the skeletal runes you stole from the Valemont Blood Archives. We cannot lose this trail.”

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.”

Didn’t sound like Sera. It sounded… stitched. Like Elise had forced the pieces together and expected them to hold. > “Who is this?” he said. Silence. Then A new feed blinked open on the far screen. One not authorized by root. One that had never been opened by any user. Camera 13-A. Offline since the beginning. Lucien tapped it. The screen came alive. A corridor. Damp. Unlit. Below the server level. Motion in the far distance. A silhouette.

"No!" Scott snapped. He walked over to our car, noted the number, and made a call. His next words left us all in shock, except for Luna. "Listen to me very carefully! I need you to do something big this time. It is a matter of life and death. The number I just gave you, I need you to shift its locations through all CCTV footage, and also alter the memories of this car throughout Shadowbrook. Oh, yeah! One more thing! Visit the secret back entrance of the Li Lake, collect the blood samples, and start working on searching for him right away!” He then hung up and turned to Luna.

“I’ll prep the relay.” Isolde stared down at the chip on the scanner. Still blinking. Still alive. She reached out. Pressed it once. Held her breath. The scanner chimed. The screen shifted. RECEIVED U-NET LINK STABLE DOCK 14B – 36 HOURS A new location. A second dock. Another meeting. And now they were expected. The scanner still blinked. No alarms. Just quiet confirmation that someone somewhere was listening. Isolde turned, slow, pulse throbbing in her fingertips.

The foundation was laced with secret passages, half-finished tunnels, and power-dampening walls. They set up base beneath the original observation dome — now overgrown with vines and shielded from detection. Carl dropped a heavy duffel on the floor. “We’ve got enough equipment to tap the central comms system. We can broadcast if we need to.” Ophelia didn’t respond. She was scanning the map — tracing routes toward a mysterious, heavily-guarded chamber labeled “S3-X.” “What’s that?” Lilith asked, leaning in. Carl frowned. “That’s… not on any of the official layouts.”