Scp 181 Novels & Stories

Xavier's POV Leaving Angelina's room, I went to my personal office, how did The scorpion entered her room, and it was not just an ordinary scorpion, it was strange to found a camelian scorpion on earth, it only exist in Jupiter, or was it putted on her body, i had to make a call immediately, he needs further investigations about the reins and the scorpion. I putted out my phone from my pocket, and typed his name, his face appeared on my screen, I hit the blue button, at the first ring, he picked up immediately,

August. The Lycan walked in front, his presence filling the corridor like a storm cloud rolling in. Black tunic, scarred face, storm-gray eyes fixed on her with unnerving calm. August followed a pace behind, arms crossed, expression unreadable but alert. Scarlett gasped, the sound sharp and involuntary. She scrambled backward on the filthy straw, chains clinking harshly as she fell onto her backside, scooting away until her back hit the cold stone wall. Chains rattled harshly, pulling at her wrists. Her heart slammed against her ribs, panic rising in a choking wave, breath came in shallow, panicked bursts. The shift she had been given hung loose and torn, barely covering her.

Not after the confession. Not after finally choosing each other. Their feelings hadn't made the mission easier. If anything, it made the stakes even higher. Now they had someone they couldn't bear to lose. They reached a heavy blast door marked SECTOR C – CENTRAL TRANSIT. Sophia's access card was still clutched tightly in Damon's hand. He slid it into the security panel. The scanner flashed red. ACCESS DENIED "What?" Isabella frowned. Damon tried again. Another beep. ACCESS DENIED

"If you take the signal the bad guys will shoot at you! They will blow up the ship!" "They are going to shoot at us Sierra " Christian said. He was looking at me. "Because you and Leo are connected. If I take the signal I can save you." Zap! There was a flash of light. Christian was holding my arm. He was in pain. The computer was beeping again. PHANTOM PROXY SECTOR IDENTIFIED: USER_CHRISTIAN_BENSON_02. RED ANCHOR FREQUENCY: TRANSFERRING. The bad light on the screen stopped. The ships computer was working again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 The sterile blue light of the server room felt like a spotlight on a crime scene. Maya stood frozen, her bloodstained finger still hovering over the biometric scanner. Behind her, Lucian was a crumpled heap on the floor, his breathing shallow and wet. On the monitors, the haunting rows of glass cylinders mocked her very existence. "Step away from the console, Subject 01."

The long beep resounded in the quiet room, completely dashing their last bits of delusion. Under their disbelieving gazes, I said, "Adrian is already dead. Keeping this body alive would only lead to the destruction of this world." But Sophie was unnaturally silent. The obsession in her gaze grew stronger as she said, "Ade, I won't let you go." Retrieving a palm-sized gadget from her pocket, she pressed a button. The System immediately let out an ear-piercing warning. "Warning! Unknown energy interference detected! Teleportation sequence interrupted!"

And yet, nothing could prepare her for the challenges that lay ahead in New York City. After meeting with her father's contact and receiving the necessary information, she arrived at the safehouse, Scarlett noticed that the door was slightly ajar - someone had already been there. Her hand rested on the gun holster at her hip as she stepped through the doorway, silently assessing each corner of the darkened room. Just as she went to retrieve the package, a voice behind her uttered two chilling words: "Drop it." Scarlett slowly turned around and saw a man with dangerous eyes standing before her. His mouth curled into a sinister smirk and his hands were firmly positioned on the trigger of his w

If you would. The general nodded and pressed a radio transmitter at his ear. ‘This is Fitzpatrick. Identification code Theta 29B. Proceed with “Big Sleep”. Repeat, proceed with “Big Sleep”.’ Still standing by the jeep Andrew almost burst out laughing at the name; such a stupid title for such an horrendous act. ‘Now that the wheels have been set in motion, I think we ought to be leaving,’ Dutton prompted. ‘What about your men?’ Andrew asked. ‘Colonel, surely—’

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

“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.”