Scp-192 Novels & Stories

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

“Who?” “A stranger, he was at the party, he was wearing a black cloak and suddenly he disappeared. A box appeared and when I picked it up, an unseen hand clawed at my neck. And there was a tendril-like object from the box. I struggled and then spat up a handful of blood.” “Blood?” Alpha Thane asked. “Where is it?” “There.” I pointed at the floor which I was sure I spat blood but it was as without the slightest drop of blood. My throat dried.

She reached to touch it and suddenly, a flash tore through her mind. - A lab. - A woman lying on a table, wires attached to her chest. - The same scar. - The voice of a man saying, “Stabilization successful. Subject A now mirrors genetic sequence 001: Amelia Raymond.” Natasha stumbled back, gasping. “No… no, no." The door burst open. Lucas stood there, drenched from the rain, his expression sharp and alarmed. “Natasha!” She pointed at the mark, trembling. “What did you do to me?”

One of the maintenance bots confirmed after a full x-ray scan, the human assistants doing their last small tasks such as removing any unnecessary hair from her body and trimming her nails before gathering their smart kits and exiting the room. The BloodHound however remained rooted to his spot, guarding the subject until two of the doctors assigned to the Negative program entered, ready to do the full inspection. Dr. Nasri entered first, her dark brown eyes trained on the fragile figure laying over the white table as she held a tablet close to her chest. "So...another Negative has been found, huh?" "And she is a fine specimen too," Dr. Nazarov commented as he followed his co-worker, taking a

I can guarantee you that she is not a spy. "Y-you mean," Hades gulped as he heard Karl's answer, his face turning pale instantly. "The female servant just now was…" "Nicholas Southampton's string puppet. Is that what you want to ask me?" Karl nodded slightly, confirming Hades' guess. "Absolutely correct. Therefore, there is nothing for you to worry about. Once any living being–be it an ordinary human or any kind of supernatural being–has fallen under the magic control of Nicholas's string puppets, they will not be able to return to how they were before.

After it paused, there was a brief error. Alpha hacked into the surveillance cameras placed at the gates. He watched the event that took place. There was a female on a hoverbike. Scanning the face, he found no records of the person except for the code: 192. 3. Alpha searched every single records in the country, not wasting a minute on one before moving to the next. He finally located 192. 3 which was in the records of Ovic Inc. The surveillance cameras brought back the female who rode her hoverbike closer to the Johnson's abode.

A new voice, distorted and mechanical, crackled through the nursery’s speakers, bypassing the Faraday shielding entirely. “Sovereign identified,” the voice rasped. “Initiating Harvest Phase Two.” Damian’s smile vanished. For the first time since I entered this cage, I saw a flicker of something in his expression that looked remarkably like fear.

* Anji slammed his wrench into the exposed, freezing motherboard of the main node in front of him, feeling the satisfying crunch of brittle silicon beneath the strike. He slumped back, his fingers stiff and clumsy, leaning his back against the cooling vent. For the first time since this began, the psychic 'hum' of the parasite vanished, replaced by the beautiful, biting reality of cold air and dead machine silence. His phone beeped—a real, physical vibration against his leg. A message from Arga. *Foundational structural alarm triggered, boss. Sector 19 just dropped. If you aren't already halfway down the shaft, you're going to get crushed by the collapsing floors.*

She stepped forward, slamming the thick stack of historical notes flat onto the central table. "The creature that attacked Brynn was a rogue scout, still consumed by the old starvation disease," Rebecca explained, her brilliant eyes sweeping across the freaked-out faces of her high command. "But their leader has regained his mind. His name is Navarien. And before anyone draws a blade or speaks of execution... you are all going to sit down, close your mouths, and read the true ledger of who we actually are."

"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."