Scp-192 Novels & Stories

"Don't. Just run. Take the sled in the back. Tessa knows the way." "I'm done running from men in suits," I said. I reached for the collar. My fingertips brushed the cold metal, and a surge of static electricity threw me back against the stone hearth. The room spun. My stomach cramped with a sharp, warning pain that made me cry out. Not now, I pleaded with the life inside me. Just five more minutes. "Target 802 pulse erratic," the speakers hissed. "Extraction protocol: Alpha. Execute." The silver blade hovering over Tessa’s throat dropped.

The Siberian wind howled outside the facility, screaming like a ghost mourning the resurrection within. Inside, heat hissed through the vents, fighting off the bitter cold as the lights flickered above Scarlett, Sebastian, and Damien. They moved as onebsilent, precise, deadly. Scarlett’s gloved hand tightened around the biometric scanner as they passed the second firewall gate. Beyond it lay the underground lab that birthed something never meant to exist. Something that bore her face. “Thermal readings show movement ahead,” Damien said, watching the pulsing screen on his tablet. “She’s awake. And she’s not alone.”

“What do you mean?” Marla tapped her keyboard. On the screen appeared a registration document. Not legal. Medical. Anita read it aloud. “‘Subject: SB-001. Genetic viability: confirmed. Psychological profile: compliant with conditioning. Intelligence quotient: stable. Risk level: dormant.’” Nathan blinked. “She’s not a person to them. She’s a project.” Ethan added, “They’ve been monitoring her since she disappeared. And guess where she was for the last six months?” Marla’s voice was grim. “A Rothschild psychiatric facility in Prague. Off the books. Not for treatment. For reprogramming.”

AUDIO HALO_TRANSCRIPT_139 She hit play. [Begin Audio Playback] Voice 1 (Female, clipped): “Asset Sera Duvall has reached activation. Confirmed contact with Target Lucien Calder. Emotional bond verified.” Voice 2 (Male, filtered): “And Calder?” Voice 1: “Oblivious. Still operating under emotional compromise. Believes the attachment is real.” Voice 2: “Does she suspect?” Voice 1: “No. Not yet. The ghost file embedded in her memory map is intact. Once she crosses the psychological trigger threshold ”

It felt like being pulled apart from the inside, like someone had hooked their fingers into Aiden’s chest and was trying to drag his heart out through sheer distance. “What’s happening?” Aiden shouted, panic bleeding into his voice. Dante braced himself against the warped wall, muscles straining. “They’re isolating me,” Dante said, voice tight. “This is deliberate.” The caretaker’s voice cut sharply through the corridor. “Containment alert. Internal spatial distortion detected.” She appeared beside Aiden, already activating counterfields, her expression no longer calm. “They are executing a partial separation protocol,” she said. “A spatial snare designed to isolate the anchor.”

a voice said when Paoli opened the door. William recognized the speaker. It was the werewolf, Empusa. He exchanged a look with Paoli first, then William. William could have sworn he saw concern in Empusa's eyes. Not a good sign. Empusa led them out of the room to meet up with the rest of their procession. Waiting for them was one other guard William knew; a vampire name Sekhmet; and two he didn't recognize. The trio followed the group of four Coven guards through the halls of the immense castle, walking down one corridor after another. Their footfalls echoed along the cold of the marble beneath them. Emily's breathing came in short bursts and William cold smell the adrenaline emitting from h

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

Chapter 8 Scarlett POV “Alpha Scarlett!!!” The sound of one of my guards jolts me awake. “Alpha, patrols have picked up those unrecognizable scents again, this time along the southern border. There are two trackers heading out right now to follow the scent.” I look at the clock and see it’s 3:00 in the morning. “How many different scents were picked up?” I ask, jumping out of bed and grabbing a pair of yoga pants.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

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.