Scp 169 Novels & Stories

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

“Fuck!“ The captain yelled. And the systems started bringing out smoke and then it exploded. She walked back to them. “What did you do?“ Sean asked “Computers have minds too don't they?“ “Dayum!“ Sean yelled excitedly “Kyle, can you teleport your dad out of that cage?“ “I can't unless I touch him!“ “Yes you can!“ Paul said “Sir Ben does teleport us to wherever we want to without touching us or holding our hands, concentrate!“ Christy said to him He breathed out and closed his eyes then concentrated. While the others stand in defense positions, Sarah knew the person watching them in the cameras might have ordered the army to aim for them, she didn't know maybe she succeeded in compelling them

When I place my five fingers on the scanner, the double door opens. Six massive computer monitors and a plethora of keyboards greet me. When I entered the room, the door closed automatically as I watched the various scenes that were still playing on the monitor. It's time to get down to business. I type some code, all the monitors go blank, and then one by one they restart, then started a video call from one of my trusted unit in Japan. "J-A-C-U-#-1 Copy." "Moshi-Moshi Violet, it's been a long time since you called here." Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan.

Content warning: The next chapter has scenes of rape and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. Jill’s POV I ate my breakfast with Scott watching me. As soon as my bowl was empty, he reattached my chains and tightened them, so I was locked in place on the bed. He then went to take my bowl away. As soon as I returned and closed the door, he removed his pants.

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?

I turned the other side of the package and there was another address there, what is going on? Just then my phone beeped, I moved all the documents I was holding to my left hand and took out my phone from my back pocket. It was a message from Scarlett. -Cora Tanner’s hidden properties- I clicked on the file and began to scroll through it, it was actually just four in number and I could cover all four in one day. Just as I was about to close the file, my eyes zeroed on the last address. -16 wolfine close. Charity house-

It scanned the system logs, then spoke a single line: “Target Alma Vale located. Initiate containment sequence.” And the world, as it knew it, began to tremble.

“I told you… just ten seconds, Mavric. I… I was counting every single one.” The Metropolitan Police Service and MI6 counter-terrorism units finally secured full control of the abbey. Lucas Thorne and Sebastian Vane were handcuffed and dragged away. As Lucas was led past Mavric and Liora, he paused for a moment, his face a picture of utter defeat and ruin. “This isn’t over yet, Mavric,” he rasped in a broken voice. “The secrets of the Scorpion project aren’t kept only here in this church. There is a facility in Zurich… a facility managed by your other mother.”

Scarlett said, nodding toward the training grounds where the cyber-Lycan warriors were already boarding the transport bays. As the Ark began its massive, sub-space jump toward the North Pole, Scarlett felt a chill that had nothing to do with the arctic air. In the depths of the Stellar Navigator, a new file had just decrypted. "Project Chimera: Final Objective—The Resurrection of the Prime Architect." Scarlett’s heart hammered. Xuan was gone, and the High Scientist was a prisoner. But if there was a "Prime Architect" still waiting in the Silent Gears, then the experiment was far from over.

She caught Victor’s eye across the room as the troopers began to dismantle the racks, her smile returning like ice over a pond. "You forgot one thing, Victor," she murmured, her voice barely carrying over the scuffle of boots. "The Zurich clinic doesn't keep its backups in Delaware." ### The Off-Shore Terminal