Scp-219 Novels & Stories

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

After it paused, there was a brief error. Alpha hacked into the surveillance cameras placed at the gates. He watched the event that took place. There was a female on a hoverbike. Scanning the face, he found no records of the person except for the code: 192. 3. Alpha searched every single records in the country, not wasting a minute on one before moving to the next. He finally located 192. 3 which was in the records of Ovic Inc. The surveillance cameras brought back the female who rode her hoverbike closer to the Johnson's abode.

I take off my backpack and take out one of the explosives, getting to work whilst she does what she needs to. “One guard left through the back hallway. It’s sudden, possibly a werewolf. He doesn’t come up in my system, so be careful. He’s heading your way now.” Milena does something at the control panel, and the tubes hiss as all the fluid begins draining, the figures begin to shudder and spasm inside their tubes, and some gasp for the air they’re deprived of. I look away, unable to watch the ones that are unable to survive without whatever was in those tubes.

Retinal. “2147,” Keller said. Punched it in. The door hissed. Opened. Cold air. Metal. Deposit boxes wall to wall. “Yours,” Keller said to Rosie. Pointed. 2147. Middle row. Rosie stepped up. Pressed her palm to the scanner. Red light. _ACCESS DENIED. BIOMETRIC MISMATCH._ “What?” I said. Keller blinked. “That’s— that should be Arthur Blackwood’s palm. Or approved—”

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

Instead of warning sirens, a cold mechanical voice suddenly echoed through the chamber overhead. “Containment failure detected. Facility lockdown initiated.” Every elevator light instantly turned red and the open elevator doors behind us slowly began sliding shut. “No no no,” Matt muttered frantically while rushing toward the controls. The stranger tried shoving the Alpha backward again but the creature barely moved now. Its claws remained buried inside his shoulder while blood poured heavily down his arm. “You are all staying here,” the Alpha growled. Natasha suddenly broke away from Matt and ran toward me despite everything happening around us.

She clawed at the sheets, her eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling. "They... they found the frequency," she whispered, her voice layered with the static of a thousand screaming souls. "The Harvesters. They aren't breaking the door, Killian. They're walking through the light." A shadow detached itself from the corner of the room. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a man. It was a jagged, multi-limbed nightmare of smoke and obsidian claws, its "face" a swirling vortex of violet energy. It moved with a sickening, stuttering grace, appearing three feet closer with every blink of the eye.

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘: VANCE_PRIME. 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘: RE-CONSOLIDATE CONSCIOUSNESS. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: BIOLOGICAL COLLATERAL ESTIMATED AT 98%.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?