Scp-187 Novels & Stories

"Listen. Most of the maids and house staff in Lot 27 are genetically engineered humans. Or worse—robots with human flesh. You can't even take a picture of them without them fishing you out instantly." He rose from the throne, signaling the end of the meeting. "You have the intelligence. The aphrodisiac seller is key. She's at the centre of our intrusion or…MTP’s intrusion” He shrugged with a cynical smile on his face. “Whether she's a slut or a mistress, do as you please best with the information you have. I must excuse myself for dinner." He arose and galloped out of the room, leaving Qye alone. The Specter’s aide, Vorak Brandon, entered the room almost immediately, moving with unnerving st

A dangerous combination for any Alpha, let alone one who'd built his empire on emotional detachment. "She's magnificent," Nikolai murmured beside him, and Alexei couldn't disagree. The Council chamber buzzed with tension. Every major supernatural faction had sent representatives, Alphas from three continents, vampire lords centuries old, witch matriarchs who'd forgotten more magic than most would ever learn. And at the center of it all stood his mate, human by biology but commanding the room like she'd been born to it. The evidence Dimitri had extracted from Architect's files displayed on screens around the chamber. Facility locations. Genetic modification protocols. Deployment schedules for

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

Penelope circled the room, flashlight darting over control panels and embedded drawers. One caught her eye, no power indicator, no screen. Manual latch. She popped it open. Inside: a slim drawer of hardcopy files. Old-school. Labeled by hand. She pulled the one on top black folder, silver embossed: LUX PROTOCOL // PHASE ONE She flipped it open. Top page: biometric charts. Notes on “suggestibility thresholds” and “symbolic anchoring in post-trauma subjects.” She turned another page. Then I stopped cold.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

Retinal. “2147,” Keller said. Punched it in. The door hissed. Opened. Cold air. Metal. Deposit boxes wall to wall. “Yours,” Keller said to Rosie. Pointed. 2147. Middle row. Rosie stepped up. Pressed her palm to the scanner. Red light. _ACCESS DENIED. BIOMETRIC MISMATCH._ “What?” I said. Keller blinked. “That’s— that should be Arthur Blackwood’s palm. Or approved—”

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

The creature positioned itself between the group and the door, its gaze fixed on Kael, not blocking the exit with aggression, indicating that it wanted Kael to stay, or rather, the anchor wanted Kael to stay, and the guardian was the anchor's way of expressing that in physical terms. Darius suggested considering options for an unidentified creature in the room, not directly addressing Professor Hale. Professor Hale responded, "We do not engage. We must wait and document our observations without escalating." Darius then asked, "What if it starts moving towards us? Professor Hale hesitated while the creature's gaze turned to Kael, intensifying the atmosphere in the room. Kael thought about the