Scp-215 Novels & Stories

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

"Your file on me was very informative, Dr. Reid. Especially the parts about Incident 17-B. I'd be happy to share what I've remembered with Alex and the rest of our pack leadership." It was a bluff—I still hadn't recovered those specific memories—but my gift confirmed its effectiveness as Reid's expression tightened with genuine concern. "Very well," the director finally conceded. "A brief observation only. The containment level is experiencing fluctuations today—the entity is... restless." They followed Reid to a secure elevator that required both biometric authentication and a coded key card. As we descended, I felt a growing pressure behind my eyes, my gift responding to something powerful

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”

"But if Valkyrie comes within a mile, I'll feel her." They waited. Watching hotel staff, monitoring security feeds, tracking every person who entered or left. Alexei radiated tension beside her, his wolf barely contained. He hated waiting, hated not being able to act. At 1630 hours, Irina gasped over comms: "Contact! Hybrid signature, north entrance. She's here." "All teams, alert," Anya commanded. "Target is on-site. Do not engage until identity confirmed." Dimitri accessed security footage, his fingers flying over keyboards. "Got her. Server uniform, entering through kitchen. Subject 2-A confirmed."

“Help me before it—” A hand—long, silver, not human—burst from the water and clamped over his mouth, dragging him under. The puddle stilled. Only his reflection remained, staring up at her, smiling. [POV 3 — Unknown Transmission] Log 041. Subject Cade Ashworth: containment compromised. Dr. Maeve Harlan: missing, presumed assimilated. Entity status: evolving. Host-network expanding. Static. Addendum: Visual data suggests tertiary consciousness emerging within the Veil.

All the doubt, anger, and suspicion vanished in the face of that tiny, frail voice. Officer Holt's voice came urgently through my phone. "Sophia, we see him! He's in the hidden chamber of Unit 1204! Hold on tight! We'll organize a breach immediately and—" "It's too late," I interrupted. "Professor Walker's system is linked to mine. He just triggered a self-destruct program. In 15 minutes, the oxygen in that hidden chamber will run out." "What?" "Officer Holt," I uttered with a newfound numbness, "only I can save him now."

I catch sight of Zane barking orders into a tablet, Lucien pouring over files with a grim expression, and Draven standing like a sentinel by the entrance to the server room. Where is Ifu? I reach my office and settle in, trying to focus on my work, but the air suddenly vibrates. Ding. The elevator doors slide open, and the silence is shattered. Detective Rowan Black steps out, flanked by a squad of armed tactical officers—none of them human. They are silver-clad, their weapons loaded with cold-iron cartridges. “Federal Bureau of Paranormal Investigation,” Black announces, his voice ringing through the office. “We have an order for the immediate seizure of all assets, digital and physical, pe

Men and women trained specifically to hunt supernatural predators. Silver-resistant armor. Wolfsbane toxins. Combat wire. Monsters designed to kill monsters. I opened the first file. “Wake Team Hades,” I ordered into the intercom. “Yes, Elder.” Thunder cracked violently outside. Inside, I sent the message myself. REMOVE ARIEL BEFORE SHE STABILIZES. *** Forty minutes later, my surveillance room flickered to life. Hospital security feeds covered the enormous monitor wall. Rows of blinking screens illuminated the darkness in cold blue light.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

Edward closed his eyes. Then— “Yes.” Everyone stopped. “What was it?” “Rehabilitation facility.” “For?” “Neurological trauma.” Elena. Nicholas looked at the security image again. “She wasn’t kidnapped.” “We don’t know that,” Evelyn said. “No.” He pointed at the screen. “But she wanted us to recognize Chase.” I nodded. “And she gave us a number.” Gabriel said, “Facility 210 is still owned through C.A.” “Current operator?” He clicked.