Scp-187 Novels & Stories

Dead leaves skittering on stone. I leaned over the document. My wrists screamed where the cuffs had been removed—phantom pressure still crushing the radius. My hand shook. I forced my eyes to focus. The text swam. THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT: TETHER PROTOCOL Asset ID: Neoma Solstice (Void-Born Classification) Owner: The Lugal, transferred to Unit Vanguard Command. Clause 1: The Asset agrees to unconditional obedience. Clause 2: The Asset consents to energy extraction.

The mansion’s shadows coiled protectively, reinforcing stability and correcting the flow of energy throughout the estate. The climax came when a minor revolt of influenced employees attempted to block access to the mansion’s central archive — a critical location containing both financial records and remnants of Sipho’s rituals. Shadows surged along the corridor in anticipation, testing Samkelo’s containment. Human hesitation and fear amplified the supernatural energy, creating a tense synergy. Samkelo’s pulse quickened, but he remained deliberate. He extended influence through the mansion’s lattice of intent, containing the shadows and guiding human actions with precision. Employees faltered

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Does she know how to use it because if she does this could be something that could change the war. Softly I knock on the door, I get no response so I assume she is still asleep but when I walk in and take a look at the scene around me my vision implodes. I stagger and lean against the wall, how could she be gone, I have so many monsters patrolling the area around here there is no way she could escape. She may be smart but the cage was locked the keys hang on the door which means she had no way to reach it. Quickly I try and penetrate into her mind but I have never done it the way she did it and I was unable to achieve that goal. Slowly I stand up and glance around the room, if a monster help

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

Subject designated for Memory Protocol 7 and civilian integration due to psychological instability concerns and Incident 17-B. *NOTE: Subject's genetic modifications remain active and transmissible to offspring. Monitoring to continue indefinitely. Re-acquisition may be necessary in future containment scenarios.* They didn't care if I had love or kids they wanted weapons. "Incident 17-B," I repeated aloud, searching the document for references to what this might have been. Several pages later, I found it, a heavily redacted entry with only fragments visible:

Charlie Gale looked at the cuff with interest. Cameron saw Meguitte’s shoulders hunch defensively. What, precisely, was her involvement with the cuffs? He wondered. She had been handcuffed, but not with magic, and she had known the words to release the werewolves… Talen’s name. “Did you see the Van Helsings’ torturer, Sparrow, during your time as a prisoner?” August interrupted, sparing Meguitte the necessity of answering Charlie. “Is there anything that you can tell us about him? He remains our number one target,” he added to the council, his eyes going to Greg. “Greg’s Triquetra will resume their efforts to locate and detain him now that the explosion is no longer of concern.”

“We just took a break. Looks like our questions upset the spirit and things were getting a little physical.” “Remember to leave a static cam in the study, in case we can document any poltergeist activity.” Isaac scoffed. “Any poltergeist activity? You should see the room. It’s a fucking mess.” “Watch your mouth, you’re on camera.” “Well, we set two cams in the study and we’re keeping an eye on the feeds. I wanna try the SLS in a while.” “If she starts throwing things around again, ask Edward and Joseph to protect you,” I said. “They can’t stop her, but they can cover you.”

“Barrister Gabriel Mitchell called ten minutes ago. The Security Bureau has issued a Level-One Capture Order. Special police are authorized to deploy heavy high-frequency silver ammunition and carry out... immediate physical elimination... should they encounter any shapeshifting resistance.” “So old Samuel thinks that by finding a few vampires as backers and releasing this childish little video, he can take away my position as Alpha leader?” Colin turned around. A cold, mocking smile curved across his thin lips. Before he could finish speaking—

" My stomach sank as a stone. The fire wall of the Archive flared up all of a sudden. We all turned about and looked at it. One symbol floated in the air….red, keen and throbbing like a wound. Wolf eye. Tyra swore to herself. They already are spying on us. The voice was distorted and was echoing in the room. Robotic and strata. Two or more persons talking simultaneously. The presence of subject seven has been detected. Integrity of code has been lost. Starting of reset scan. My heart hammered on my throat. "Is that the Council?" I asked. "Only their voice feed," Tyra grumbled. They have not got soldiers out yet. However, they will. Again the voice: Secondary unit Echo 7: in the field. Confli