Scp 173 Novels & Stories

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 16✨ . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I immediately pulled away and turn back to see Harley and Lionel at the door staring at me, at us. "Harley, is something wrong?". I asked her confused.

Scott experiencing a panic attack, teleported back to the house, checking to see if he missed something. He was in so much of an hurry, panicking as his movements. He moved round the entire house in an instant and he didn't pick up on her trail, smell or any indication left behind.

He opened his eyes wide and faced Sophie. "What the hell is this?" he hit the vial away from Sophie's hand. The vial rolled on the ground but the content didn't spill. Scott ran past Sophie to reach it. Sophie pulled him back throwing him off his feet. She grabbed the vial. Scott quickly stood up and ran the other way. He panted heavily looking behind him with his face clearly depicting fear. "What's happening?" Alpha Jones sprang up from his throne. Sophie ignored him and rushed after Scott. Scott headed to the door. He looked at Sophie behind him and tripped over.

Bram picked up his jacket and put it on as he strode out of his office. He then rushed toward the hub while nobody was looking, with Adrian and Vivian following closely behind. “I may know where the entrance to Scorpio Hub is but we’re going to need a Luposian’s ID card to get inside, sir. I’ll take you two there to have a look. We’ll think of something when we get there.” Soon, Bram brought Adrian and Vivian to the deepest parts of the hub. Inside were countless shipments containing items of all varieties. He pulled open one of the racks and lo and behold, there was indeed a door disguised as a wall.

He had let his guard down once and they killed his beloved wife… it must never happen again, never. "What did you see?" asked one of his men who entered the room with a concerned expression plastered all over face. He seemed to be an IT specialist. "A black SUV has been parked outside my private apartment for the past couple days ." replied Scarlett. "It must have been them." The IT specialist nodded and quickly got to work, typing away on his laptop as he accessed the security footage around the area. Meanwhile, Scarlett's father was already giving orders to his team of armed men. "We need eyes everywhere," he said sternly. "And we can't let our guard down again."

“You’re eighteen, right? Sixteen years ago was the tail end of a pretty large war in the werewolf world. You could have been a survivor. Do you remember anything about what happened before you were at the orphanage?” “I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “It’s fine. A lineage test would be able to tell you if any of them are alive at least.” Another knock sounded from further away. She stood. “Seems like the calvary is about to advance. Would you like to meet him?” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Chief Operative of the SCF and Liaison Specialist Dagon Bluescale.”

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

The damp air of London's underground tunnels clung to my skin, rank with the smell of sulfur and centuries of decay. I signaled the team to halt, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. "Scent markers ahead," Lucas whispered, his military training evident in his precise movements. "Two hundred meters." "Everyone clear on the objective?" I asked, adjusting the tactical pack containing Amelia's stolen files against my back. Sophia nodded, her dark eyes gleaming amber in the low light. "Get in, confirm virus distribution points, get out. No engagement unless necessary."

No danger. But even paradise has shadows. One afternoon, while Sebastian was preparing lunch yes, he cooked now, though terribly Scarlett sat by the infinity pool, sunglasses on, sun on her skin. A gentle breeze danced through her curls. Her phone buzzed once on the side table. A message. Damien: You need to see this. Check the secure line. Now. Her chest tightened. She slipped away into the villa’s private study, keyed in the encryption. A live feed opened grainy surveillance footage of a laboratory, somewhere in Eastern Europe. The camera zoomed in on a screen where a series of encrypted codes blinked.

he said, “they’ll send everything they’ve got.” Ava stood from the chair, her breath shaky but solid. Fire lit behind her eyes now. There was no fear left in her. “Let them,” she said. “I want them to see me coming.” Somewhere inside a fortified compound, alarms flashed. A countdown began: CORE ACCESS: 73% RECOVERED. TERMINATE HOST BEFORE COMPLETION. An agent picked up a headset, nodded, and spoke one word: “Send Subject 03.”