Scp-153 Novels & Stories

I was ready to scatter his brains "we found her sir ,she has locked herself in TR-4 ,And opened pit 5"he said trembling "WHAT?GET HER OUT"I panicked "Um sir , since it locked from inside ,it's going to be impossible without your fingerprints" "YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SO, LET'S GO,I HOPE NONE OF THEM HAVE MADE IT OUT ," I ran to the room,put my hand on the scanner,it took a minute since it was locked from inside. when it opened ,I ran in

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

【The classified autopsy report floated in midair as a hologram. Pale blue light sliced through the darkness of the master bedroom.】 Silence. Alexander stood frozen beside the bed. His eyes were locked on the blood-red words: 【Fifteen Years Ago】 【Perfect Living Organ Extraction】 His breathing stopped. Slowly, his rough hand rose to his chest, pressing over the old cross-shaped scar beneath his shirt. For fifteen years. Ever since he had walked out of Eden, that scar had remained there.

She hadn't aged a day. "Why is she here?" Jackson touched the glass frantically. "Why is she in Montbert? Why is she in a tank?" Alex walked up to the control panel next to the tank. He plugged in his laptop. "Dad," Alex said seriously. "She's alive. The machine is keeping her in 'suspended animation'. Her heart beats once every minute." Alex pointed to a logo on the screen. "And look at this. The system belongs to a group called 'PROJECT OMEGA'. The admin password is authorized by... 'Grandfather'."

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

"And their supernatural subjects?" I asked quietly. "The ones they've already taken?" Cynthia's expression grew haunted. "Kept in specialized containment designed to neutralize their specific abilities. Some have been there for decades, their genetics harvested repeatedly for new research lines. Others..." She paused. "Others don't survive the more invasive procedures." Liam moved to stand beside me, his hand on my shoulder as I processed these horrific truths through my gift. "How do we find Sentinel?" Alex demanded. "If he's had access to our medical records, he may already have preliminary samples."