Scp-191 Novels & Stories

Silence filled the villa. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Selena stared at the television screen while her heart hammered painfully against her ribs. The confidential files remained open. Hundreds of pages. Hundreds of secrets. And one terrifying sentence. TARGET SUBJECT CONFIRMED. BEGIN PHASE ONE. The words refused to leave her mind. Then slowly— the screen revealed the signature. The entire room froze. Because the name wasn't Orion. It wasn't Vanessa. It wasn't even someone currently standing inside the villa.

The room was silent. Only the faint hum of Zelios' electrical lights broke the stillness. Sera stood motionless before her desk, her eyes resting on the scattered files she had spent hours reading. Reports lay open one over another, their yellowed pages filled with decades of observations, failed experiments, blood analyses, and names that should have remained buried. Project Crimson Hunger. Crimson Blood. Subject H-01. Husen. She slowly reached for the final report and closed it. The soft thud echoed through the room. For several long moments, she simply stared at the worn cover.

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

There was another file beneath hers, stamped with a bright red urgency seal: Subject A-01. She read the bold text out loud, her voice barely a whisper: "Subject A-01. The prototype. Terminated due to extreme aggression and unstable magical output... or relocated to Sector Seven prior to facility lockdown." A cold shiver ran down Aurelia's spine. She wasn't just an experiment. She was the second version. There was an older, far more dangerous model out there—someone who had survived the very beginning of the nightmare. Before anyone could process the chilling discovery, the low, steady hum of the laboratory suddenly spiked into a high-pitched scream.

She knitted her brows before easing it up, when she heard a painful low growl, not far away from where she was. 'Male Lead detected from the system scan, 1 meter and 10 centimetres away from Host 019. First Mission triggered: Save the Male Lead from dying Hidden Task: Care for the Male Lead in a 1 month to stabilize his condition. Host 019 would you like to accept the hidden task?' a mechanical voice said the first mission that Xiara needed to have after entering this world.

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

I couldn’t care less about pausing my writing for a while, or spending the whole day going up and down the stairs, for a chance to see him smile at me and maybe even steal away a kiss. He was on a Zoom meeting with his fellow Haunters. Isaac greeted me with a loud hello the moment he spotted me walk into the study, and Brandon made me lean forward by his side to introduce me to the other two, the occultist tech Ted and the skittish Ricky. “Look who’s gonna man the cameras for the interviews,” Brandon said, beaming. “They can’t wait to come back to the Manor.” “And meet you,” Isaac added, winking at me.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Her mother's expression was tense, frightened. Scarlett… if you find this room, then everything has already gone wrong. Tears instantly filled Scarlett's eyes. Her mother's voice continued. This is the true heart of the Synchrony Project. Dominic's jaw tightened. Scarlett stepped closer to the screen. Her mother looked directly into the camera. And this is where they kept the first pair. Scarlett frowned. First pair? Then the screen shifted. A file opened automatically. Two names appeared. SUBJECT ONE : EVELYN KINGSLEY*/

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”