Scp-156 Novels & Stories

I laughed softly to myself, dismissing the idea, and pulled the covers over me, willing myself to sleep. **** Damon – POV “What is it that you can’t discuss in front of Stella?” I asked, noticing the worried expressions on Julie and Dexter’s faces. “Our spies sent a report,” Julie said, handing me a piece of paper. I glanced at the images—pictures of the Night Angel Pack's hideout, but there was something more disturbing: a human heart, beating inside a glass barrier. “What the hell is this?” I muttered. “We need to call Witch Hilda,” Dexter suggested. “Our spies tried to destroy it, but the glass dome barrier wouldn’t break.”

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

“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.”

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

There, at the far end of the lab, was another row of cryogenic pods, these larger, more advanced, more guarded. Above them, a sign, REBIRTH PROTOCOL AUTHORIZED CHAMBERS Olivia walked down the row. Chamber 1: Jessica Rivers; STATUS: TRANSFORMATION ACTIVE Chamber 2: Mira Hale; STATUS: DORMANT Chamber 3: Sabine R; STATUS: DORMANT Chamber 4: Arielle V; STATUS: DORMANT She reached the last one. The biggest chamber. Lights flickered around it. The computer screen beside it glowed brighter than the others.

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

[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*

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

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.”