Scp-196 Novels & Stories

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

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.

"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."

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

Making it seem like I was adjusting my earring I tapped the stone of my piercing of my inner ear. “Call Cyber” . The line started ringing , it rang twice ,on third ring he picked up. “ Connected”. At first no one answered. I could only hear the sound of typing . “Cyber, are you there?” “Yes . I was working on the location. My computer is showing that the vault is in the centre of the mansion . There are a total of twenty guards outside the room. After every three hours the guards that are stationed outside changes . When the new guard is assigned, there is a security check , the whole process takes three minutes . I can deactivate the scanner inside the room , cut the connection to the centr

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

He located the origin of the scent immediately. It was coming from a small woman who stood in the doorway of a hidden room, blocking the entry. In front of her was a large man with shaggy blonde hair, clad only in dark jeans. He held her arms in a painful grip and pulled her forward so far, she was on her tiptoes. William’s nose instantly marked him for what he was. Werewolf.

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.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold: