Scp-187 Novels & Stories

“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.

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

"But whatever that was, it'll be back." The thought sends ice through my veins. "My... older self said to find your journals. From the Henderson Institute." I look up at Catherine, whose face has gone carefully blank. "December 14, 1987. What happened that day?" Before she can answer, the lights flicker again—not a power surge this time, but a deliberate pattern. Three short. Three long. Three short. SOS. Rodriguez notices it too. "Everyone stay close," she orders, weapon raised.

No matter how handsome he is, I shouldn't be dazzled because he seems to be the one who kidnapped me. I don't know what he needs from me. I just saw him now so it's impossible that I'm in arrears with him and even though I'm artistic and cursed, I'm not that bad to be kidnapped! But maybe he's one of my creepy stalkers? I was startled when our eyes met again. He smirked as he looked at my body as if he could see me undressed in front of him. I couldn't wrap my arms around my body, so I backed away. I was only a few steps away but I immediately stopped because my body seemed to stiffen, my legs stopped walking on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

But Coleman was heading for them first, weaving around the soldiers as if recognising that this first pair presented the greater problem. Timms kicked out, but missed entirely—and at the same time Coleman dropped to make a grab at Andrew and Suzanne. The doctor pushed off the ladder, swinging sideways to avoid Coleman’s attentions and almost lost his grip on Suzanne in the process. But the creature that had been Coleman simply stuck to the opposite side of the shaft, twisting his head at an impossible angle to search for his prey again.

I said, "Do you have a way in which you can monitor the scorpion" I asked, a normal camelian scorpion can be monitored by the person who sent it, but not these one, this is not just a normal camelian scorpion, it is an enhanced scorpion made by a powerful black witch " no sir, it can't be monitored, it can only be monitored by the person who sent it" "OK then, you may leave, we are going to Jupiter in four days" He stood up, bow his head and left. I brought out my phone, it was high time she quits her job. I putted a call across Mr Piers, he picked up at first ring,