Scp-154 Novels & Stories

Boyd veered and jump down from the table he sat while Red Mantis breathe heavily and walked towards the figure who seemed to be some kind of Computer tech genius "Seir, some minutes ago, our devices seems to have took some readings on some weird energy coming out at the 4th floor and now that I had just looked into it, there seems to be some unknown Intruders and I found this!" The figure explained and clicked some few buttons while the computer screen before him flickered and then brought up a video that displayed on its screen. "What..... the hell.... Is that?" Red Mantis cooed and gasped as he stared at the screen, there standing at the screen was Scott and Whyte who seemed to have just a

[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*

Alma’s breath caught as the doors slid open to reveal a clinical hallway lined with blinking biometric scanners and retinal cameras. “This is it,” Lena whispered. “Vault 12-B. It’s where he kept the serum and the test subjects.” Roman handed out comms and weapons. “We’re splitting up. Petra, secure the control room and start the EMP countdown. Lena and I will sweep the lab. Alma” “I’m coming with you,” Alma said firmly. “No arguments.” Roman met her eyes. Hesitated. Then gave a nod. “Stay close.” They moved quickly. Down a sterile corridor, passing rooms labeled with codes: NYX-01 NYX-06 NYX-14.

Level 2 — Surveillance Control Operators shouted across consoles, their eyes on security feeds. “Sector Four breach!” “She’s with it—some girl!” “That’s no girl. That’s Carson’s kid. The one who raised it.” One soldier barked into a comm: “Orders? Terminate both?” Static. Then a voice replied, grim and clipped: “Negative. The Chimera protocol is priority. Do not engage unless necessary.” The guards hesitated — but hesitation didn’t save them.

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

“What does it show?” Damian pressed play. The footage began. The camera angle showed a sterile research room filled with monitors and equipment. Two doctors stood near a glass observation chamber. The timestamp glowed in the corner of the screen. Five years ago. One of the doctors spoke into a recorder. “Trial log recording. Project Aurora. Subject verification beginning.” The second doctor glanced at a tablet. “Subject identification: S-V-017.” Evelyn felt her chest tighten. Silas. The doctor continued.

It looked like a relic, but beneath the vellum was a high-frequency biometric scanner. "This is the only device the Iron Mind still recognizes as an 'Absolute Override'," Julian explained. "Put your hand on the left page. I’ll put mine on the right. We authorize the 'Founder’s Protocol' together." The Hostile Takeover Xavier hesitated. His predatory instincts screamed, but the lure of total global control was too strong. He stood up and placed his hand on the vellum. Julian did the same. The room suddenly pulsed with a deep, blue light.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

*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.”

“They took her. Not me.” Alex froze mid-advance. His blood turned to ice. “Who. Took. Her.” Calla stepped back as the motion-sensor emergency lights flickered to partial life, bathing the room in dim red. Her face looked almost ghostly. “Project Rebirth’s retrieval unit,” she said. “They’re faster than you think.” Maya gasped. “They breached Level 40 already. That’s impossible” “Nothing is impossible for Rebirth,” Calla snapped. Alex stepped closer. “Why didn’t you stop them?”