Scp-186 Novels & Stories

“Who?” “A stranger, he was at the party, he was wearing a black cloak and suddenly he disappeared. A box appeared and when I picked it up, an unseen hand clawed at my neck. And there was a tendril-like object from the box. I struggled and then spat up a handful of blood.” “Blood?” Alpha Thane asked. “Where is it?” “There.” I pointed at the floor which I was sure I spat blood but it was as without the slightest drop of blood. My throat dried.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

“Delivered via skin contact. One drop and your nervous system shuts down in under two minutes.” Sophia’s face went pale. “How did it get here?” Selene looked at her with a quiet fury. “Someone just walked through our walls. Through our security. This wasn’t a warning. It was an execution.” Morano Compound – Underground Vault Alex stood in front of the biometric vault where only two people had access—himself and Dominic. Inside, the original blood contract with Diego had once been stored. Now, it was empty. In its place was a single playing card.

"I know. Give me two hours to suppress what I can suppress. Then I'll return to deal with whatever the Beijing artifacts have become." She left the containment facility at a run, her coordination abilities already reaching toward the first priority targets a cluster of three artifacts in a private collector's home, their quantum signatures approaching activation threshold within minutes of each other. The collector's home was chaos. The owner an elderly vampire who'd accumulated supernatural artifacts for two centuries was barricaded in her bedroom while quantum consciousness patterns activated in her study. Kael didn't bother knocking. She used her guardian authorization to override the bui

"Then let me through the wall!" June grabbed the Assistants tie. She didn't use strength. She used her hunger. She began to pull his light into her silver eyes. "Wait! Wait!" the Assistant screamed. "The password isn't a word! It's a memory! It's the thing the Architect forgot!" He pressed a key on his keyboard. A small door opened in the center of the Assistants chest. Inside was a dusty photograph. June snatched it. It was a picture of a woman. She wasn't a computer program. She was holding a baby in a hospital. On the back it said: Property of Gregory University Medical Research—Project: Human Soul.

“You’re an accelerator. You make things grow until they burst. You’re gasoline on a fire.” A sharp WHIRR cut through the night. A black drone, lights blinking red, dropped down between them. It hovered, fast and sure, and a voice crackled out—cold, mechanical. “Target identified. Maya Rossi. Biological Level: Alpha.” “They’re here,” Catherine hissed, staring up, fear written all over her. “The Board of Directors. They don’t want a Queen anymore. They want your DNA. They want to pick you like fruit.” The drone fired a silver dart.

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN. The voice wasn't Kael's. It was a sonar pulse that bypassed the ears and spoke directly to the marrow. The First Omega’s shadow manifested on every screen in the hall, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, her face a mask of airless indifference. [THE SOVEREIGN UNIT IS A STOLEN PROTOTYPE. THE ANCHOR-MOTHER CARRIES THE ILLEGAL MARROW OF THE ARCHITECTS. STATUS: RECLAIMABLE HARDWARE.]

Horror. “Which one are you?” Both answered: “Your father.” She began crying. Exactly the disaster. Elena looked toward the suitcase. “Nora!” No answer. Claire shouted: “Stop the attachments!” Nothing. Then Window stepped forward. She closed her eyes. Her voice changed. Not possessed. Remembering. “I know the command.” Claire stared. “What command?” “One of my six sources knew Domain Zero protocol.” “Window, you don't have to—” “I know.”

"The Arbiter should have caught this. The AI was programmed to detect any unauthorized physical or digital intrusion within seconds. Why didn't the alarm trigger at the source the moment the magnetic clamp made contact?" "Because," Elena whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled up the access log, "the parasitic device is using a signature that the Arbiter recognizes as 'Authorized'. It’s using a Vance-Vanderwall executive override code. A code that was supposed to have been purged during the merger. A code that shouldn't exist anymore."

"The parasite... it nomadic. It went into the background pipelines. It’s crawling up the levels. We’ve quarantined everything from the fifteenth floor down, but it’s using the building's infrastructure to rewrite its own boundaries. Where are you?" "Sector 18. Maintenance closets," Randy said, coughing up a copper-tasting phlegm. "The security doors are dropping all over the place. I can hear the heavy loader drones outside in the corridor. They aren't behaving right, Arga. Their hazard lights are off. They're just... moving in sync, like ants."