Scp-163 Novels & Stories

"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."

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat

I can guarantee you that she is not a spy. "Y-you mean," Hades gulped as he heard Karl's answer, his face turning pale instantly. "The female servant just now was…" "Nicholas Southampton's string puppet. Is that what you want to ask me?" Karl nodded slightly, confirming Hades' guess. "Absolutely correct. Therefore, there is nothing for you to worry about. Once any living being–be it an ordinary human or any kind of supernatural being–has fallen under the magic control of Nicholas's string puppets, they will not be able to return to how they were before.

A figure in white was peeking at us from a faraway window… When I said, “I see it!” then it went back out of view. (To Be Continued) ++++++++++++ So far, so much fear... Good thing my friend and her companions seem to be at ease with everything that's happening. Not such a surprise since they've been aware of these paranormal and supernatural beings way before this... I'm sorry about the cameramen and TV interviewer though... I do hope to see you again, dear reader as we release the last part of our story about this very haunted place. So this is The Diwata, the storyteller of the Supernatural Spa saying... Fare thee well.

“They sent it after the ones who fought back. To collect what was left.” The thing took a step forward. The ground shuddered under its weight. Ronan felt the chamber’s pull tighten again—not yanking, not dragging, but aligning. Testing responses. Measuring distance. “This isn’t the end of the lab,” he said quietly. “It’s the failsafe.” The construct stopped. Then tilted its head. And in a voice not spoken aloud—but pushed directly into Kiera’s mind—it said: “Subject Eleven. Return to position.” Kiera screamed silently as the pull surged.

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

Cross internal communications. Recent. Very recent. Seraphine's expression darkened immediately. "How?" "The drive contained partial network access credentials." Another pause. "I got lucky." The screen displayed a classified notice. Most of it was encrypted. But one section remained visible. And that was enough. Oliver read it carefully. Then his stomach tightened. Because there was only one sentence that mattered. **Participant 017 relocation authorized.** Silence. Ariana frowned. "What does that mean?" Elias answered immediately.

Mara stepped closer. “You're what Black Veil was built around.” The lights flickered again. And somewhere deep beneath the estate, something awakened. A machine began to hum. Then every screen in the laboratory turned on simultaneously. One message appeared. SUBJECT 001 HAS REACHED FULL AWAKENING. A second message appeared beneath it. SUBJECT 000 HAS BEEN LOCATED. Then a third. FINAL PROTOCOL INITIATED. Lucien grabbed my hand. “Seraphina.” I looked at him.

"Then we fight it." He looked at me for a long moment. Then he turned back to the booth and sat across from Sixteen. "I need everything you have on Harlan's current operation," he said. "Locations, personnel, financial routing. All of it." Sixteen reached into her jacket and produced a small drive. Slid it across. "It's encrypted. The key is Prague. Blue door. Left." Cole took it. "How long have you been building this?" "Since the week after the ambush. When I pulled Cole McKnight's file and found a soldier with a perfect record who'd somehow survived the operation that killed everyone else around him." She looked at Cole directly.