Scp-163 Novelas e Histórias

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

"You think... Arthur is the danger? You think I am the one... He is afraid of?" Vesper pointed toward the back of the ship. A third door opened slowly. A tall thin figure walked out. It was not a man. It was not an alien. It was a machine made of bone and gold wires. It held a clipboard made of glass. "Patient 81 " the machine said. Its voice was a copy of June’s own voice. "It is time for your exam." The machine raised a hand. The violet light from Vesper and the purple light from June were suddenly sucked toward the machine.

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“From the beginning.” Luca stepped closer. “Then it’s time to show them what happens when you plan for the wrong girl.” Across the city, in a white lab lit by halogen lights, a group of masked technicians stood before a tall glass chamber. Inside it, a figure stirred. Female. Connected to wires. Heart rate steady. A screen beside her displayed one name: SUBJECT 03 – Initiate in case of Ava 01 breach. One of the techs spoke quietly. “She’s awake.”

They led Kelvin through sterile corridors, past labs where scientists worked on equipment he didn't recognize. In one room, he saw what looked like DNA samples. In another, brain scans showed patterns of supernatural energy. "How long?" he asked. "How long have you been studying them?" "Since before they were born," Dr. Volkov said simply. "We knew Rosa was pregnant before she did. We've been monitoring every stage of development, every power manifestation, every milestone. And now, thanks to all this chaos you and Sandra created, we have enough data to proceed to the acquisition phase."

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

It wasn't just pointing to the East; it was pointing to something else—a third signal, faint but distinct, coming from the ocean. "System," she asked, "how many subjects were there?" The AI paused, its binary eyes shifting color. "Project Chimera consisted of three prototypes. Alpha (Lycan), Beta (Vampire), and Gamma (Siren). Warning: Subject 003-Gamma was terminated due to uncontrollable psionic capabilities. Status: Unknown." Scarlett exchanged a look with Caleb. The world was suddenly much bigger, and much more dangerous. They weren't just fighting for survival anymore; they were unearthing a conspiracy that spanned the entire globe.

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."