Scp-154 Novels & Stories

"The ones nervous about their rooms being checked seemed to have reason to. We found three rooms that had drugs in them, but nothing real serious..." "Names?" "Recruits Joseph, Josiah and Aaron... The one that is in the most trouble is Recruit Colton. We found a small vial of Vampire blood hidden in his room." Nathan nods his head and then allows Xaiden to the front. "RECRUITS JOSEPH, JOSIAH, AARON AND COLTON STEP FORWARD AND REMAIN AT ATTENTION, EVERYONE ELSE IS DISMISSED."

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

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

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.”

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

It was glowing again, a frantic, warning violet. "It's a Divergent," David Vance said from his bunk, his voice filled with a new kind of terror. "An Architect that has been partially consumed by the Void. It’s a Biological Parasite now. It doesn't want the Key. It wants a host." The scratching sound moved to the hatch. The heavy steel wheel began to turn, the internal Pressure Seals (the rubber gaskets that keep water out) hissing as they were forced open from the outside. "It’s opening the door," Kazimir snarled. He shoved Elara behind him, his body becoming a literal shield between her and the hatch. "Mina, get the power back on! Now!"

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

"Your file on me was very informative, Dr. Reid. Especially the parts about Incident 17-B. I'd be happy to share what I've remembered with Alex and the rest of our pack leadership." It was a bluff—I still hadn't recovered those specific memories—but my gift confirmed its effectiveness as Reid's expression tightened with genuine concern. "Very well," the director finally conceded. "A brief observation only. The containment level is experiencing fluctuations today—the entity is... restless." They followed Reid to a secure elevator that required both biometric authentication and a coded key card. As we descended, I felt a growing pressure behind my eyes, my gift responding to something powerful

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."