Scp-163 Novels & Stories

"I got the proxy’s fingerprint. I can trace Mirador. But we have only one shot." Sanchez looked toward the horizon. "Then we make it count." Alejandro checked his ammo. "I hope you’re ready to bleed, Vexler. Because we’re done playing defense." --- Unknown Jungle Facility—Moments Later A figure walked past rows of cryo-pods, each housing men and women with scars, cybernetic implants, or mutation-like symptoms. He removed his biometric mask. Vexler. He stopped before a pod labeled Project Cain. He pressed a finger to the glass.

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.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

The stranger stops beside it and opens the side door, a tall man in a black suit stepping out. Blue immediately moves to stand in front of me, one arm subtly angled to shield me. "Name," she says. The man raises both hands in surrender. "Captain Finn Torres, Werewolf Corps, Veil Containment Division." He nods towards me without breaking eye contact with Blue. "Mrs. Lakewood." Blue doesn't budge. "ID." He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a matte black card. There's no photo. Just the Corps insignia in silver and a short alphanumeric code. Blue takes it and studies it for three long seconds, then she hands it back.

And in each observation room, paranormals are strapped to tables while scientists in hazmat suits run experiments. I see them drawing blood. Inserting tubes. Running energy tests that make the paranormals scream without sound. My father grips my arm so hard it hurts. "We need to move. Security rotates in ninety seconds." "Where's the stasis chamber?" Catherine asks Kieran. "Upper sublevel," Kieran says. "But the path isn't direct. And they've increased security since…" An alarm sounds. Not the gentle chime from before. This one is sharp. Immediate.

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was chanting a sequence of numbers in a language I didn't recognize. ​"What is he doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering. ​"He's not chanting," Dr. Hestia said, emerging from the shadows with a look of pure horror. "He's receiving. Someone has bypassed your scramble, Nora. Someone is uploading a new protocol directly into their neural links." ​On the wall, the numbers Leo was reciting began to appear in blood-red text. ​PROTOCOL: KRONOS. TARGET: 0-1.

Avery stared directly into his grey irises, attempting to extract a single watt of human resonance from the tyrant before her. Yet those pupils held no guilt—only an unyielding, absolute certainty. "That constitutes my own department's liability." She violently broke his grip, driving her fist back into his chest. "Speak! Where is she?" 杰西卡靠在走廊墙上，双臂抱胸，饶有兴味地看着。 "Kessler, how much longer does your network intend to execute this theater? Her biological source was extracted from the sector three years ago under your direct authorization. Even my department lacks the coordinates of her current cell. You treat every asset on this board as a disposable piece—"

“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.

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."