Scp-191 Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.

Cassidy said, “The possibility of opening portals here is in the back of the minds of some of the guards closest to the Red Queen. They are thinking about the ways they can get her out if necessary. They know there’s a possibility we’ve deciphered the emails we found, but they don’t know for sure. The head of her defenses is a tall Vampire with glasses and a jagged scar on his face. They call him Komandir Chepin, but that’s not his real name. He’s… not nice.” “Then get out of there before he realizes you’re poking around in his head and decides to keep you for a while!” Brandon shouted at her. “He doesn’t know I’m here. None of them do. I’m probing the guards, not him. Or her. There’s someth

Stephen watched uninterested as the rock gate blew off with a loud bang. "So?" "Before this," Dora said as the video rewound, "the CCTV footage recorded passengers who came in the city." The video slowed and paused. "Look closer at the figure on the bike." Stephen squinted his eyes. They was something familiar about that face. "The system glitched when that figure entered the city and cleared after she did. If we check the records right now about that day, these videos are not there. Scanning the face of the figure, it reads Project One Nine Two Point Three from Ovic Inc."

"Elena, you have to get to the shuttle. Now!" "Not without you!" she yelled back, ducking as one of the turrets managed to fire a stray round that shattered a nearby cryo-vat. Translucent blue gel exploded across the floor, and the body of Subject 19 slid out, cold and lifeless, onto the tiles. Seeing the physical evidence of his father's cruelty sent a fresh wave of rage through Alexander. He jammed his combat knife into the manual override, twisting it until the alarms began to wail a deep, chest-thumping sound that signaled a total meltdown.

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.

on a young Eastern warrior's bicep. We're not people anymore. We're inventory. They drag me to the scanning station. A scientist in a white coat runs a handheld device over my body. It beeps and displays something on a screen I can't see. "Enhanced wolf. Alpha strain. Genetic markers: positive. Transformation capability: confirmed. Subject designation: One. Priority level: critical." The scientist makes notes on a tablet. "Tag her for immediate processing upon arrival." A soldier grabs my arm. Before I can react, he's writing on my skin with a thick permanent marker.

“They want a reclaiming. They’re not attacking the Council nor humans; they’re coming for me.” “Why?” I looked at the last blinking light on the screen. Because I wasn’t the last Echo. Because I was the one who lived. And Subject One wasn’t trying to kill me. He was trying to correct me. That night, I sat alone in the medbay, staring at the old file I’d pulled from Malek’s restricted archives. Subject Eleven: NORA… my mother. Her name was Nora. The file was blurry and corrupted in places. But there were still fragments left—enough to make me wish I hadn’t looked.

One name stood out: RIVAL. My profile. Not the sanitized one in Base files. This one had every detail — every kill, every mission, every psychological flag from age nine. Even my blood type and the exact nerve damage I took at thirteen during that prison yard fight in Prague. And at the bottom: “CLASSIFIED - OBSERVATION TERMINATION SCHEDULED: SEPT 2.” I blinked. That was four days from now. “What the fuck is this?” I growled. He stepped down two more stairs. Still out of reach, but closer.

“The bastard nearly killed me. I hid beside a car and he squeezed it like nothing…” “Thankfully, he is sedated. We will at some point need to extract his abilities for good use. Janet, you are in charge of Level Nine. And being subjects for testing. Especially our newly acquired… subject.” “Thank you, sir. I won't misuse this opportunity.” Hot pain sizzled through my head again. Stop! I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes and stood in the middle of the hospital room and breathed. “Fenrir Arlo Vass.” That was my name and I hadn't said it or heard it or thought it in long enough.

Inside was a single sheet of paper: Camryn, If you're reading this, you've survived long enough to become a genuine threat to the Houses, and Whitney has deemed you trustworthy enough to receive what I'm about to share. The laboratory in Sector 19 was real, but it was also a decoy. Your father was paranoid enough to create multiple research sites and smart enough to make sure the Houses only found the ones he wanted them to find.