Scp-191 Novels & Stories

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

The wolf's flinched, looking around wildly for him, but he hadn't materialized as of yet. "You guys," Nat said softly as she seemed to notice something. Pink and Sam looked back at her as she held up the tracking sphere. It glowed a bright blue when pointed towards the cradle. "Allena soul is in there?" Pink asked as she looked back and forth from the orb to the churning spire of magic. Sam was the first to break from the group, moving swiftly towards the pulsing indigo mass. "Sam, don't touch it!" Nat called as she came up behind him.

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

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.

Vic answered the system. "Sure! Vic!!" "Okay. I'm Sternly Vic." "Just who am I and who the hell are you!"

Evelyn’s office overlooked the river. From the forty-second floor of Kane Tower, the water looked calm and distant, reflecting the fading gold of the evening sun. Normally the view helped her think. Tonight it did nothing to quiet the unease building inside her chest. She had just finished reading another section of Dr. Hale’s journal that Damian had forwarded earlier. Every page revealed something worse than the last. Sixteen failed subjects. Genetic modification trials. And Silas is listed as Subject S-V-017.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.