Scp 214 Novels & Stories

Pan Phineas leaned before Dorin, took his other hand, and trailed his cold fingertips towards his upper arm. “Do you understand now, Dorin?” he asked as he raised his head to face him. Dorin could see the base of his non-existent nose and his lipless mouth. “This time, when I pull the wards off, I want you to empty your mind and remain as calm as you can be. Think of nothing. No happy or sad thoughts. No positive or negative ideas. Simply think that you are floating in thin air with nothing to hinder you. To be nothing. To be null.”

He had let his guard down once and they killed his beloved wife… it must never happen again, never. "What did you see?" asked one of his men who entered the room with a concerned expression plastered all over face. He seemed to be an IT specialist. "A black SUV has been parked outside my private apartment for the past couple days ." replied Scarlett. "It must have been them." The IT specialist nodded and quickly got to work, typing away on his laptop as he accessed the security footage around the area. Meanwhile, Scarlett's father was already giving orders to his team of armed men. "We need eyes everywhere," he said sternly. "And we can't let our guard down again."

It scanned the system logs, then spoke a single line: “Target Alma Vale located. Initiate containment sequence.” And the world, as it knew it, began to tremble.

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."

TIME: DAY 21 OF EXILE, 14:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 1 - THE APEX CORE. STATUS: THE NEW WAR. The holographic tactical table in the center of the shattered Apex Core cast a harsh, cold blue light across Ren Walker’s face.

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

The vegetation and the twisted roots has swallowed him whole. "100 meters, you'd be able to see them soon," Alpha-1 said. SA-2614 nodded as if Alpha-1 was there with her. And with that, she took a breath, pulled her hood back up and readied herself for a jump. SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war and she can jump really high.

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

He typed four characters into the terminal, his knuckles steady, his eyes fixed on the blinking line at the base of the frozen progress bar. CMD: OVERRIDE_LOG The green screen flickered once, the blue blocks of the progress bar vanishing into a single, clean line of white text that began to scroll from the bottom of the display: MASTER KEY VERIFIED: CATHERINE HAWTHORNE (1998) Sophia’s hand moved then—not toward the white drive on the desk, but toward the inner pocket of her trench coat, her fingers closing around something small and dark that didn't look like a phone or a storage device.

"Wait. Destroy? If it’s that powerful, couldn’t we use it against them?" Her mother turned to her. "That’s how the Viper started. He used it to ‘bring balance.’ Now look at what he’s become." The room fell silent. Damien broke it. "So what’s the plan?" Aurora flipped open a file. "There’s a second access point, connected to the main server. It’s biometric. Only one person can open it." Celeste’s brow creased. "Who?" Aurora hesitated, then held up a photo. A girl, maybe ten years old. Curly hair. Soft eyes. Familiar.