Scp-218 Novels & Stories

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

The creature positioned itself between the group and the door, its gaze fixed on Kael, not blocking the exit with aggression, indicating that it wanted Kael to stay, or rather, the anchor wanted Kael to stay, and the guardian was the anchor's way of expressing that in physical terms. Darius suggested considering options for an unidentified creature in the room, not directly addressing Professor Hale. Professor Hale responded, "We do not engage. We must wait and document our observations without escalating." Darius then asked, "What if it starts moving towards us? Professor Hale hesitated while the creature's gaze turned to Kael, intensifying the atmosphere in the room. Kael thought about the

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

she didn't notice the final notification that appeared at the bottom of the screen. A notification the system seemed reluctant to show. [Warning] [Entity Detected Inside Crosswell Estate Basement] [Status: Active] [Status: Awake]

"We are here for you. That is what matters. Rest after breakfast. I will check your vitals again soon." I left his room and headed to the nurses station. Sarah was there reviewing charts. She looked up when I approached. "Dr. Voss. You have a long night? You seem distracted." I leaned against the counter keeping my voice low. "A little. Any updates on security? Any unusual visitors or calls about Thomas?" Sarah shook her head. "Nothing new. The extra guards are in place. Mr. Rossini was very clear about no unauthorized access. But between us some of the staff are nervous. Teresa Rossini has a reputation. And Vanessa has been calling the floor asking for updates."

"The parasite... it nomadic. It went into the background pipelines. It’s crawling up the levels. We’ve quarantined everything from the fifteenth floor down, but it’s using the building's infrastructure to rewrite its own boundaries. Where are you?" "Sector 18. Maintenance closets," Randy said, coughing up a copper-tasting phlegm. "The security doors are dropping all over the place. I can hear the heavy loader drones outside in the corridor. They aren't behaving right, Arga. Their hazard lights are off. They're just... moving in sync, like ants."

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.

"And until David Chen provided the perfect host. A dying infant. A desperate father. A consciousness preservation attempt that should have failed but succeeded because the entity was waiting. Guiding. Ensuring the transfer worked so it could finally have stable anchor in human form." Torres entered the medical bay. "We have problem. X-One and X-Two just activated something we did not anticipate. Something the entity apparently prepared as failsafe." "What kind of failsafe?" I asked. Torres pulled up satellite imagery. Showed seventeen locations across North America. All displaying identical quantum signatures. All activating simultaneously.

"You fear the dark, human. Let me show you what lives inside it." I didn't inflict physical pain. I simply opened a microscopic window in his mind, dropping his consciousness into the absolute, bottomless vacuum of the Void. For one second, he experienced eternity without light, without sound, without hope. When I pulled my finger away, the commander was gasping for air as if he had been drowning for a century. Tears streamed down his dirt-streaked face. "Apex... Apex BioTech," he sobbed, his mind utterly broken by the sheer scale of the Convergence. "Midtown Manhattan. The tower of glass. Silas... he controls the board. He's on the top floor. The ritual... it's tonight."