Scp-215 Novels & Stories

It was beautiful, serene, and according to Petra’s sweeps, completely off-grid. Alma stood on the balcony with a steaming cup of coffee, staring into the sunrise. She was trying to feel peace. She couldn’t. There was something gnawing at her, a whisper beneath her skin. A presence. A danger they hadn’t yet uncovered. Inside, Petra sat at a table strewn with documents salvaged from the Prague vault. Pages of bioengineering notes, Seraph insignia, and one black envelope marked with a red sigil Alma didn’t recognize.

Classification: High-Value Asset. The words blurred. I scrolled further, number Objective: Monitor, manipulate, and secure emotional compliance through targeted psychological conditioning. Phase I was successful. Phase II in progress. Handler assigned: D. Kade. Secondary Operator: D. Blackwell. My stomach dropped. D. Blackwell. Damien. I couldn’t breathe. I reread it, over and over, each time hoping the letters would rearrange themselves into something else. Something less monstrous. But they didn’t. Damien wasn’t just part of it.

It was glowing again, a frantic, warning violet. "It's a Divergent," David Vance said from his bunk, his voice filled with a new kind of terror. "An Architect that has been partially consumed by the Void. It’s a Biological Parasite now. It doesn't want the Key. It wants a host." The scratching sound moved to the hatch. The heavy steel wheel began to turn, the internal Pressure Seals (the rubber gaskets that keep water out) hissing as they were forced open from the outside. "It’s opening the door," Kazimir snarled. He shoved Elara behind him, his body becoming a literal shield between her and the hatch. "Mina, get the power back on! Now!"

The figure inside was impossible to identify. Its face had long since deteriorated beneath the cloudy preservation fluid. Only a faded laboratory uniform remained. Across the chest was a stitched name. DR. ELIAS ROWE William whispered, "So he never escaped..." --- Daniel continued surveying the room. "There are no signs of forced evacuation." "No struggle." "No bodies." "It looks as if everyone simply..." "...disappeared." The silence that followed was heavier than before. --- Camelia inserted one of her encrypted drives into the nearest terminal. "I want a complete archive."

Reaper and two others hauled Tank’s massive, bleeding frame toward the emergency stairwell, laying down a barrage of covering fire. The bullets hit the Null-Commander and simply ceased to exist, swallowed by the void-armor. The entity didn't even flinch. It pointed the tip of its blade at Dax. < ANOMALY DETECTED. DESIGNATION: WOLF. > a soundless voice echoed through the lobby, causing the security feed to stutter with static. "Designation: Your worst nightmare," Dax growled.

“The bastard nearly killed me. I hid beside a car and he squeezed it like nothing…” “Thankfully, he is sedated. We will at some point need to extract his abilities for good use. Janet, you are in charge of Level Nine. And being subjects for testing. Especially our newly acquired… subject.” “Thank you, sir. I won't misuse this opportunity.” Hot pain sizzled through my head again. Stop! I pressed the back of my hand against my eyes and stood in the middle of the hospital room and breathed. “Fenrir Arlo Vass.” That was my name and I hadn't said it or heard it or thought it in long enough.

Turns to the next cell. I want to pull her away. Shield her from this. But I know better. This is her purpose. Her choice. Her power used the way it was always meant to be. To save. To heal. To grant mercy when there's no other option. We extract five survivors. The other three are too corrupted. Too far gone. Neah grants them peace. Upstairs, my wolves plant charges. Sera downloads every file from the servers. Theo secures the physical records. "Facility is rigged," Jax reports. "Ready to blow on your command."

Then a new notification blared through the penthouse speaker system, an automated voice, flat and completely mechanical, echoing off the high ceilings. ALERT: EMERGENCY FORENSIC AUDIT REQUEST RECEIVED FROM JULIAN STERLING. AUTHORITY LEVEL: VICE CHAIRMAN. TARGET: FULL BIOMETRIC ACCESS RECORD FOR EXECUTIVE RESIDENTIAL UNIT 1A. AUDIT TEAM ARRIVAL CONFIRMED: 06:00 HOURS. Zariel's entire body went cold, a numbness spreading from her fingers to her toes. Six in the morning. He wasn't waiting nine hours. He had moved the timeline up, catching them completely unprepared in the middle of the night.

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.