Scp-218 Novels & Stories

asked Joseph after the introductions. “I’m not sure, maybe. Would you mind if I try?” Trisha behaved like a princess, all silk and honey. “Not at all,” Ann replied. She aimed her phone cam at the couch and giggled, showing me the screen. The SLS had detected two humanoid shapes sitting on the couch, two more standing behind it and two smaller ones, standing by the left side of the couch. It was like a family portrait in stick figures. “It can!” I cried, excited. “Lizzie, would you please raise your hand?”

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.

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

CHAPTER 49 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED GABRIEL Alex, Neo, and I split up as we reached the house. We went hunting for our targets whose uniforms we could take. When I caught sight of mine, I moved in silence and only when I stood close behind him did I speak in a whispered voice, “Hello there, your shift ends now, time for you to take a nap” I put my hands around his neck and pressed the pressure points till he was unconscious. I quickly stripped him of his uniform and put it on. I dragged his limp body and placed him out of sight. Our men were

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

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.

before the Nursery”the one she had been told contained a portrait of her mother. She picked it up. It felt impossibly heavy, leaden in her palm. She clicked the clasp open. There was no picture inside. There was only a tiny, blackened shard of an integrated circuit, etched with a single line of text: TEST SUBJECT: 801 - FINAL STATUS: DECEASED. A soft, mournful whistle of wind moved through the street, causing a nearby shutter to slam against a storefront. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Did you really think you were the only one who escaped the delete, Cattleya?"

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.

“Adrian!” A whisper echoed in her mind—his voice, faint but clear. Maya… run. She shook her head, crying. “I won’t!” But the light brightened—too bright to see. The ground shook violently. Cracks of energy tore through the chamber walls. Everything was about to collapse. Then, suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice spoke from above. SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED. PRIMARY ANCHOR DISENGAGED. NEW ENTITY REGISTERED: “LUCENT PROTOCOL.”