Scp-187 Novels & Stories

he asked causing me to be the one with furrowed eyebrows. "I never heard the phone go off" I explained causing him to sigh. "Her screams and sobs were" I said pausing before taking a deep breath "they were deafening" I said finally finding a word to explain it as multiple figures showed up in the doorway. I turn the camera around causing Lucian to move closer to the screen. "Keep me on the phone, I wanna be a part of this" he whispered and then I realized that the four figures climbing up the latter were the vampires and the warlock.

“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.”

If anything, Jade suspected it would only harden the longer she stayed, leaving her as a permanent reminder in a dead girl’s shoes. "I need to see someone before I leave," Jade said, mostly to change the subject and get out of the room before the weight of it crushed her entirely. "I need to settle my affairs." Adrian studied her for a long moment, like he was deciding whether the request was worth the risk. "One hour, Edmund would escort you." No one should know." He said finally. "I know the terms." "Then go." *

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

I said, putting my hand on his arm, "You can't let this happen. I'll go, I'll do whatever they want, as long as she's kept safe." "I know," he said, struggling to keep his eyes on my face. I studied him a moment, watching him scratch at his jaw again. "There's something else, isn't there?" He looked down at my hand still touching him then met my eyes. "I think the Taken is Nick.”

Later, you can have her later, he said before he went to the balcony and stepped outside, jumping off from the balcony onto the ground before running into the woods again as he shifted to get home. And get away from taking his mate while she was sleeping. Then, he felt a brush against his mind link before Xavier opened it up. ‘What?’ he asked before Caleb was clearing his throat. The Alpha will never contact him unless there was an emergency. Xavier stopped before he panted as he licked his snout before he sniffed the air. Danger, his wolf stated before Caleb started to talk to him. ‘It’s Diana,’ Caleb said before Xavier was looking around for a threat. There was none around him currently.

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**