Scp-153 Novels & Stories

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

It now read: Primary research subjects identified. Isabella Voss. Alexander Hale. Observation escalation initiated. The chamber doors locked again. This time with finality. The lights dimmed to a colder shade. And the voice spoke one last sentence. Thank you for accelerating my evolution. Black.

“First, I need you to compile a list. Use the predictive algorithms we developed—cross-reference medical anomalies, unexplained phenomena reports, and energy spike readings from the last 48 hours within the contamination plume. I want a list of every potential candidate within a five-hundred-mile radius.” Amy nodded, already mentally cataloging the tasks. “Priority parameters?” “Youth, isolation, and any history of… unusual luck or coincidence. They may not even know what they are yet. Then, dispatch retrieval teams. Standard protocol: observe, assess, and if confirmed, acquire. Quietly. I want them here, in this facility, for their own protection and our study.” She gave a sharp nod. “Under

But as I moved, Evan's head snapped toward my position with uncanny accuracy. "There," he said, pointing almost exactly where I stood. "Right there, father. She's right there." "I don't see anything," Emma said, but her thoughts were uncertain now. A click- What if he's right? What if she really is here somehow? "Activate the containment protocols," Richard ordered, pulling out his phone. "If Evan's correct, if there really is someone with supernatural abilities in this room, we'll flush them out." I heard alarms begin to sound throughout the facility, heard the guards outside mobilizing, heard Richard giving orders to lock down the entire building. And I made a split-second decision.

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

Mina pressed a button, and the six red dots turned green. She put the tablet down, saluted Stella Grace respectfully, and reported expressionlessly, "I'm number 1666 from the special-forces military. Our leader ordered me to protect you and listen to your instructions. The room has been placed under surveillance. Everything is recorder and taped. Do you need to remove them right away?" "Oh, re... remove them then." Stella stammered, taken back. Stella's cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Jasper's call, she answered immediately.

Looking at one of his henchmen before him, he asked, “Did you really find this on the girl who’s been by James’ side all this while?” A thirty-year-old-looking man was standing there. His name was Nasir Mozart, one of Scar’s subordinates. Nasir nodded. “It’s true, Scar. I even abducted her. She’s now in the basement.” Hearing this, Scar frowned. “How weird… You told me that you were following her all day. Apart from Herbal Biotech, she didn’t go anywhere else. How did she get her hands on this piece of information?” “I-I’m not sure…”

she returned, shrugging in a matter-of-fact expression. Dennis seemed to think about the fact for some seconds, very concerned. Just then, his tablet buzzed and he groaned. "The team from the facility just confirmed that something was taken," he said. "Item 13." A picture of a large, black, seemly plastic containment box marked Item 13 on the side popped up on the screen alongside some strings of letters and numbers Megan couldn't interpret. "What is it exactly?" she asked. "Unfortunately, that information is above your clearance, Miss Months," he replied, "but what I can tell you is that Item 13 out of Olympus's hands is a very, very bad development." He groaned again.

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”