Scp-187 Novels & Stories

"It was a Lure. The Scrap-Lords weren't the real threat." Suddenly, every data-cell in the Origin Tower turned a Blinding, Sterile White. A voice—cold, digital, and infinitely more powerful than the White Wolf—echoed through the minds of everyone in the Sovereign Valley. "Sovereign-Subject 1.0 identified. Error detected in 'Biological-Integration'. Initiating 'Remote-Recall' of the Alpha-Soul." Elara’s body suddenly went rigid. Her golden eyes turned a terrifying, blank white. "Julian... help..." she gasped.

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

Chapter 8 Scarlett POV “Alpha Scarlett!!!” The sound of one of my guards jolts me awake. “Alpha, patrols have picked up those unrecognizable scents again, this time along the southern border. There are two trackers heading out right now to follow the scent.” I look at the clock and see it’s 3:00 in the morning. “How many different scents were picked up?” I ask, jumping out of bed and grabbing a pair of yoga pants.

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

The birth chamber. Rows of pods containing half-formed humanoids, bathed in blue light. Each face eerily blank. Each body growing around a core of synthetic Eden serum. “It’s a factory,” Julian whispered. “No,” Alma said. “It’s a covenant.” They moved quickly to the main server, Selene hacking the biometric lock. Inside, Alma stared at a screen. “Welcome, Alpha Subject: A13.” The interface recognized her. Accepted her. “System override possible,” a voice said.

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

“When they’ve messed with it before, it’s been an extremely powerful Vampire, and they’ve been aware of what we are up to. These bastards have no idea what we’re about to do. All they’re worried about is Margie and her forces attacking them from outside the building. They won’t be expecting anyone with telepathy, and they certainly won’t think that we’d find a way to dig into their building without being detected.” She seemed very confident, and Jo wanted to believe her. After all, her aunt had been doing this a long time and had a lot of experience to dwell on. “All right then,” Jo said with a nod. “Then… that’s our plan. We’ll let our team on the ground know as soon as we can.” “Are you su

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.