Scp-187 Novels & Stories

"Bypass authorization. Terminate both targets." Nora’s real eye suddenly locked onto mine with a fierce, terrifying clarity. The milkiness vanished for a split second, replaced by the sharp, desperate intelligence of the woman who had protected me for two decades. She reached out with her mechanical hand, her fingers clamping around my bloody shoulder. She didn't squeeze. She pulled me close, her synthetic lips moving as she forced a fractured, high-speed whisper through the static of her vocoder. "Run... underground labs... Section Seven... the child... the child lives, Elena..."

The contents made his blood run cold. Subject exhibits anomalous readings in preliminary screenings. Standard classification methods produce contradictory results. Recommend immediate custody and extensive testing. Priority: Absolute. Handle with extreme caution. Attached were surveillance reports going back months. Caelum training with weapons masters who'd taught half the Federation's officer corps. Caelum in closed-door meetings with intelligence officials. Caelum asking questions about vampire society that no tribute should know enough to ask.

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

"It’s a Vessel." Leo stepped forward, his indigo runes pulsing with a surgical, blue light. He was holding a handheld scanner he’d salvaged from the Senate ruins. "Mother, it’s a Synthetically Replicated Shifter. They’ve taken the data from the 'Silver Sanatorium' and the 'Grid-City' and they’ve 3D-printed a predator. It has our strength, our speed, but it has Zero Emotional Noise. It’s the 29th Protocol: The Perfected Heir." The silver-white beast stopped at the base of the Citadel. It looked up at me, and its eyes weren't eyes—they were Lenses of Pure Calculus.

But as I moved, Evan's head snapped toward my position with uncanny accuracy. "There," he said, pointing almost exactly where I stood. "Right there, father. She's right there." "I don't see anything," Emma said, but her thoughts were uncertain now. A click- What if he's right? What if she really is here somehow? "Activate the containment protocols," Richard ordered, pulling out his phone. "If Evan's correct, if there really is someone with supernatural abilities in this room, we'll flush them out." I heard alarms begin to sound throughout the facility, heard the guards outside mobilizing, heard Richard giving orders to lock down the entire building. And I made a split-second decision.

His expression is calm, almost disappointed, like I've confirmed something he expected. "Subject Seven," he says, consulting a tablet. "I thought you might be the first to attempt to escape during a security breach. Your psychological profile indicated elevated resourcefulness and risk tolerance." Subject Seven. Not even my name anymore, just a number in his research. "Let me go," I say, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "You have no right to hold me here." "On the contrary, I have every right. And unfortunately, your escape attempt demonstrates exactly why high-security containment is necessary for dimensionally affected individuals."

Felix was fully focused—this was the kind of intel headquarters would never provide. There was no way he would miss a single word when it came to his own survival. Donna explained, "When an S-tier Malevolent Phantom reaches this state, even though its consciousness is in chaos, its instincts will still push it to seek salvation. It does this by filtering souls in a specific way, selecting only those that meet its criteria to reach its soul core. What happens after that—whether it wakes up or how you might influence its recovery—is something I don't know.

he said. "Yuck, that's disgusting!" Both Allen and Kim exclaimed. "Just kidding assholes. Gotta go." he said and they all end the video chat. 'Just wait 'till I have you, Primo Aziel Hughes' he thought as a creepy smirk slowly painted on his face. Outside the office, Primo was breathing hard while running on the hallway, trying to run away from that guy. He had his suit fixed already and this agency is so huge he can't find his way out.