Scp 214 Novels & Stories

DEA "Hands up or your opponent will easily strike you. Protect your face at all costs so you can anticipate their next strike," Quade ordered. We were only fifteen minutes into my usual hour combat class but I already heaved for air while my lungs threatened to vacate my body to find a new owner that would take better care of them. I had gone to work this morning with three wolves patrolling the building. Victor had even ordered a wolf to trail Erica. As my best friend, she had a target on her back. Or, at least, that was what Sydney implied and Sylvain agreed—something about that happening to her mother's best friend.

I nodded for him to continue, only he didn't. "Okay, so what exactly is the plan?" Micheal rolled his eyes, muttering idiot under his breath to Shawn. "It's simple, not all these camps are that heavily guarded, mainly because a lot of specials were able to get away using your portals. Those that only have a hundred or less guards could be hit with a smaller unit of our own. We need a hacker and a telepath in every unit." His eyes never left my own and I wanted to look away, butI was very intrigued by his plan. "We'll also need someone who can reflect light or turn a lot of people invisible in each unit. Using these people we'll get about 30ft from the camps. Once 30ft away the hackers can h

With his last strength, the underling sent him a text message that read, "We are under attack, Stallion. It's Queen Scorpion." As she pushed the two beds outside, Queen stopped, turned, and stared at the girl on the floor who was dead. "I'm sorry," she said to her. "I wish I could have helped you too." After this, she pushed the two beds outside through the back door. Meanwhile, Shawn came out of the control room, pretending like everything was okay, and exited the building. Outside, he stared at the men guarding and counted them. There were about eleven. "Well, I can take them," he thought to himself.

“I’ll prep the relay.” Isolde stared down at the chip on the scanner. Still blinking. Still alive. She reached out. Pressed it once. Held her breath. The scanner chimed. The screen shifted. RECEIVED U-NET LINK STABLE DOCK 14B – 36 HOURS A new location. A second dock. Another meeting. And now they were expected. The scanner still blinked. No alarms. Just quiet confirmation that someone somewhere was listening. Isolde turned, slow, pulse throbbing in her fingertips.

Scott asks Channing. Channing simply nods and turns, walking in the direction of where the human presumably met a very unfortunate end, with Scott following him. “Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions, Alpha?” Detective Doug asks me. Chapter 14 coming soon

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 ”

model. ​Rhea, Elias, and a strike team of twenty elite wolves moved through the ruins of "Sector 14," a former chemical-processing hub. The buildings here were leaning at impossible angles, their skeletal frames draped in rusted pipes and frayed wires. There was no "sweetness" here; only the smell of acid and old ash.

“Vera, you lead the catwalk insertion. Orion, you take the aqueducts with the defected Sentinel divers. Selene, you guide the covert scholars through the servants’ hatch.” Vera nodded, feeling the weight of destiny settle on her shoulders. “And once inside, we hijack the control node—broadcast the awakening tone. The Citadel’s pulse weapon will invert rather than sterilize.” She glanced at Selene. “Can your Seers amplify the signal to reach the command dais?” Selene’s scar twitched. “We’ll project through the chamber’s crystal buttresses. But you’ll need psychic clarity—no obsidian dampeners allowed.” Vera’s fingers brushed the crescent scar at her throat. “I’ll anchor my mind. Lucien will a

The brand was survival; the product was reinvention. She reopened the laptop and kept going. She needed the whole picture. The next drive opened a hidden folder named, ROOT PHX EVE Inside were seven subfolders. PHX_01 PHX_02 PHX_03 PHX_04 PHX_05 PHX_06 PHX_07 She clicked on PHX_07. A document popped up, Clone viability: 99.7% Memory sync prep: complete Projected awakening: pending original’s next near death event Location: active in holding facility, District 4, West City Sector.

[The Puppet Master] The dawn over New Macau was a cruel, mocking gold, painting the ruins of the Core in a beauty we hadn't earned. Jinyan’s hand was a vice around mine, his knuckles white, his breath hitched in a jagged rhythm that signaled the return of the ghost. The monitor’s red text—Biological Overwrite Initiated—wasn't just a notification; it was the sound of a lid closing on a coffin.