Scp-156 Novels & Stories

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.”

With her hand on her chin “Well it could be someone that is very powerful and wants to confuse us” “It could be, didn’t you say you found a drop of blood maybe we can use that to find who our victim is” he puts his hand out and at Uncle Aiden’s stern look I hand it over. “Oh, we also need you to remove Emma’s memories again” Skye pipes in and Gryphon looks at me weirdly and then nods his head in agreement. We follow the witches towards the female dorms and we head up to the sixth floor and we find out from the wolves in that room that it was a human Bloomer University student by the name of Bianca.

Dead leaves skittering on stone. I leaned over the document. My wrists screamed where the cuffs had been removed—phantom pressure still crushing the radius. My hand shook. I forced my eyes to focus. The text swam. THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT: TETHER PROTOCOL Asset ID: Neoma Solstice (Void-Born Classification) Owner: The Lugal, transferred to Unit Vanguard Command. Clause 1: The Asset agrees to unconditional obedience. Clause 2: The Asset consents to energy extraction.

“Delivered via skin contact. One drop and your nervous system shuts down in under two minutes.” Sophia’s face went pale. “How did it get here?” Selene looked at her with a quiet fury. “Someone just walked through our walls. Through our security. This wasn’t a warning. It was an execution.” Morano Compound – Underground Vault Alex stood in front of the biometric vault where only two people had access—himself and Dominic. Inside, the original blood contract with Diego had once been stored. Now, it was empty. In its place was a single playing card.

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.”

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

Lucien said nothing. We continued. At the bottom was a steel door. There was no handle. Only a small biometric scanner. My heart began pounding. The screen lit up when I approached. IDENTITY REQUIRED. I stepped closer. The scanner flashed. SUBJECT S-01. ACCESS GRANTED. The door unlocked. Lucien went completely still. Matteo whispered, “How?” I looked at Lucien. “You tell me.” He didn’t answer. The door opened. The room beyond was enormous.

Then a new notification blared through the penthouse speaker system, an automated voice, flat and completely mechanical, echoing off the high ceilings. ALERT: EMERGENCY FORENSIC AUDIT REQUEST RECEIVED FROM JULIAN STERLING. AUTHORITY LEVEL: VICE CHAIRMAN. TARGET: FULL BIOMETRIC ACCESS RECORD FOR EXECUTIVE RESIDENTIAL UNIT 1A. AUDIT TEAM ARRIVAL CONFIRMED: 06:00 HOURS. Zariel's entire body went cold, a numbness spreading from her fingers to her toes. Six in the morning. He wasn't waiting nine hours. He had moved the timeline up, catching them completely unprepared in the middle of the night.

Retinal. “2147,” Keller said. Punched it in. The door hissed. Opened. Cold air. Metal. Deposit boxes wall to wall. “Yours,” Keller said to Rosie. Pointed. 2147. Middle row. Rosie stepped up. Pressed her palm to the scanner. Red light. _ACCESS DENIED. BIOMETRIC MISMATCH._ “What?” I said. Keller blinked. “That’s— that should be Arthur Blackwood’s palm. Or approved—”