Scp-154 Novels & Stories

"Twenty minutes, Zara. If your vitals spike or the signal drops for more than five seconds, I’m leveling this entire block. To hell with the data. I’ll burn the truth if it means I keep the woman." I didn't answer. I couldn't. I stepped into the scanning zone. A pin-sized aperture opened in the smooth surface, and a searing red line of light swept across my retina. It felt like a needle pricking the back of my brain. Scanning... DNA Profile: Vance, Z. Access: Level Alpha. Welcome, Project Phoenix.

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

A deep, distorted voice, completely different from Evelyn's or Victor's, spoke softly through the speaker into the silent room: "Sarah Reed has been relocated to the master facility, Subject Zero," the voice said calmly. "If you wish to see your mother alive again, bring the red vial to Pier 42 before sunrise. And come alone." The speaker went dead. Noah stood frozen in the middle of the quiet hospital room, holding the cold red vial in his trembling hand, looking down at his mother's empty, unmade bed.

Her mother looked terrified. “No.” Lucien grabbed Seraphina’s hand. “What?” She stared at the screen. The archive began transferring files. Not to Alessandro. Not to Gabriel. To an unknown location. Then a final message appeared: SUBJECT FOUR HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF THE ARCHIVE. Seraphina’s breath caught. The speakers crackled. A familiar male voice filled the headquarters. “You wanted to know who I am.” Seraphina’s heart raced. The voice continued. “Now you’ll remember.”

"An asset chained in a Triple-A reinforced containment chassis simply vanished over a logging bridge? In my territory?" "The internal diagnostics show an unprecedented biometric surge, Alpha Prime," Vard stammered, holding up a data pad with trembling fingers. "The electronic locks defaulted to manual override due to a localized power failure in the old grid. The prisoner... he must have smuggled a manual shim from the Sector Four sub-levels. He jammed the bypass and sheared the floor links through brute force during the four-minute telemetry blackout."

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

That was answer enough. Fourth twist. She brought up the ledger mirror, ready for anything—except what she saw. A new entry flickered across the screen. Timestamp: after the heist. Subject Status: CONFIRMED ACTIVE. Bloodline: WHITE WOLF — PRIME VARIANT. Containment Probability: DECLINING.

CHAPTER 56 The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury. Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?” The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.