Scp-153 Novels & Stories

[Author's note: All the dialogues enclosed within asterisk are commmunicated through telepathy. So, even if the words said, roared, etc are used it is to be assumed that they are communicated through telepathy!] R-18 was busy working on the new project, assigned to him by his master when his mate S-15 mind-linked. *Your hostage is causing a ruckus. She has come out of the cell. Unfortunately, F-20 has seen this. You know how much he hates humans. I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you*

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

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.”

Underneath was a floor safe covered in a decade of grime. "What is that?" Leo asked, watching as Maya dialed a combination that seemed to come to her by instinct. "My real inheritance," Maya said. The safe clicked open. Inside wasn't money. It was a series of journals, all written in her own handwriting, and a single, heavy glass vial filled with a shimmering, iridescent liquid. Maya opened the first journal. The date on the page was from fifteen years ago. Subject 01 Report: The emotional attachment to Lucian Blackwood is holding. The domestic simulation is the perfect environment for the serum to bond with the Vance DNA. If he breaks her heart, the adrenaline will trigger the final evoluti

He glances at the encrypted text message, his dark eyes instantly flashing a deadly, molten crimson. He turns the screen toward me. Written on the black glass in bright red lettering is an official emergency dispatch from the St. Catherine Royal Hospital: [CRITICAL ALERT: ELEANOR CALLOWAY'S CRYOGENIC BLOOD-VAULT HAS BEEN FORCED OPEN. THE REAL CALLOWAY BLOODLINE TEST RESULTS HAVE BEEN STOLEN BY THE MERCER SECURITY DETAIL.]

“Voss was a scientist. Conrad was a financier. Michael was a handler. None of them built the original program.” Seraphina felt the doors inside her mind shift again. A red-haired woman behind glass. Never wearing a medical coat. Always watching. “Dr. Miriam Saye,” Seraphina said. Beatrice’s face changed. “You remember her.” “Not clearly.” “Do not try.” “Why?” “Because she designed the retrieval protocol.” Lucian leaned forward. “She updated the Prime file.” “Yes.” “Where is she?” “We believe beneath Halcyon.” “You believe?” “She has not appeared outside the facility in twelve years.”

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

“Adrian!” A whisper echoed in her mind—his voice, faint but clear. Maya… run. She shook her head, crying. “I won’t!” But the light brightened—too bright to see. The ground shook violently. Cracks of energy tore through the chamber walls. Everything was about to collapse. Then, suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice spoke from above. SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED. PRIMARY ANCHOR DISENGAGED. NEW ENTITY REGISTERED: “LUCENT PROTOCOL.”

She reached it. The forbidden hallway. Her heart pounded. One door was ajar. She pushed it open. It wasn’t what she expected. Not weapons. Not surveillance. Not chains or vaults. Just… a study. Simple. Elegant. Dark. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a fireplace, a leather chair. And on the desk—a file. Her fingers shook as she reached for it. > "Subject: Calla Everhart. Bloodline Verification. Status: Potential Threat." She blinked.