Scp 138 Novels & Stories

Tomorrow she would be getting married to Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, the proud son of the Sheikh whom she had come to develop feelings for. It was still quite early in the morning and Mariam had been surprised that she could actually wake up so early even though she had not been able to sleep much last night, sleep still didn't come later on after she had woken and she had begun to feel restless and claustrophobic in that large room so she came to her escape place, here in the garden. The grass was still moist from the sprinklers and the morning dew was fresh on the tree leaves, causing the droplets to glimmer from the sun rays reflecting off them.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

“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.

"I'm trying to access the facility's network to see her status." "Sophie, that's extremely dangerous," Dr. Kim warned. "If they trace your access" "They won't. I'm routing through seventeen proxy servers across six countries. By the time they trace it, we'll be long gone." Marcus watched his ten-year-old daughter hack into a secure German facility with the casual efficiency of someone ordering takeout. "Got it," Sophie said. "Rebecca is... she's in a secure communication room. Transmitting data." "What kind of data?"

"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.

Chapter 134: Beneath the Mountain The reinforced steel door loomed in front of them, tall and featureless except for a single biometric scanner embedded into the frame. Sophia stared at it, knowing full well this wasn’t going to be simple. Nothing about The Vault was. “Elise, cover me,” she said quietly, lowering her backpack and pulling out the device Grace had given her before they left Washington—a military-grade signal replicator. “Copy,” Elise murmured, sweeping the tunnel with her weapon, checking angles, her focus absolute.

The damp air of London's underground tunnels clung to my skin, rank with the smell of sulfur and centuries of decay. I signaled the team to halt, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Scent markers ahead," Lucas whispered, his military training evident in his precise movements. "Two hundred meters." "Everyone clear on the objective?" I asked, adjusting the tactical pack containing Amelia's stolen files against my back. Sophia nodded, her dark eyes gleaming amber in the low light. "Get in, confirm virus distribution points, get out. No engagement unless necessary."

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.

"Where is the intake valve?" "There," I pointed out the window toward a jagged, black stone fortress built into the cliffside. "Sector Nine. It’s a Shadow Fang communication outpost. It houses the primary routing switch for their entire western territory. If I can physically patch into that mainframe, I can use his own open trace-route to bypass their perimeter security." "And how do we get you inside a fortress crawling with telepathic wolves without triggering their psychic alarms?" Xander turned his head, a dangerous, possessive gleam in his eyes.

"They believe the 13th Generation is a biological infection. They are developing a 'Hard-Delete'—a localized EMP that doesn't just kill electronics, but targets the 'Update' fluid in the blood. If they fire it, the children at the Academy will be the first to die." Jade felt the Phoenix fire in her blood roar to life. She had spent five years trying to be a diplomat. She had spent five years trying to be a mother. But as the silver wings unfurled behind her, casting long, jagged shadows against the glass walls, she realized the war hadn't ended at the villa. It had just changed its face. "Where is the source?" Jade asked, her voice dropping into the lethal register of the Alpha. "The Sahara,