Scp 238 Novels & Stories

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."

Not after the confession. Not after finally choosing each other. Their feelings hadn't made the mission easier. If anything, it made the stakes even higher. Now they had someone they couldn't bear to lose. They reached a heavy blast door marked SECTOR C – CENTRAL TRANSIT. Sophia's access card was still clutched tightly in Damon's hand. He slid it into the security panel. The scanner flashed red. ACCESS DENIED "What?" Isabella frowned. Damon tried again. Another beep. ACCESS DENIED

There would still be a next time. Mariam went to Saadiya who engulfed Mariam in a tight embrace and they both sobbed on each other's shoulders, they stood there crying for a while before walking up to where Parvina's body laid and knelt beside her. Mariam scooped Parvina's head in her arms and pressed it against her chest, planting a kiss on her forehead. Her skin was cold to the touch and the bleeding on her forehead had now stopped, the blood had washed over her face and Saadiya brought out a hanky to wipe the blood off her face with it. They held hands and cried for their once bubbly friend.

Michael's phantom son, deployed like a virus wherever Coleman Corp needed instability to create opportunity. Griffin zoomed in on the most recent surveillance still—Twin B's face half-hidden beneath a tactical hood, captured by a security camera outside a research facility in Seoul just three months ago. The same facility where Lane International's quantum encryption project had suffered a catastrophic data breach. The resemblance between the twins was uncanny, but where Griffin's eyes held sharp curiosity and the warmth of human connection, Twin B's were hollow pools that reflected nothing.

he said, “they’ll send everything they’ve got.” Ava stood from the chair, her breath shaky but solid. Fire lit behind her eyes now. There was no fear left in her. “Let them,” she said. “I want them to see me coming.” Somewhere inside a fortified compound, alarms flashed. A countdown began: CORE ACCESS: 73% RECOVERED. TERMINATE HOST BEFORE COMPLETION. An agent picked up a headset, nodded, and spoke one word: “Send Subject 03.”

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

Red spread through the river. Eve stood behind me, holding half of a broken beer bottle, her face pale with terror. “Emma, move! They’re coming!” she screamed. I could hear shouts from a distance. People from the village were closing in. My heart raced as I frantically paddled, but the boat still moved painfully slow. The footsteps grew louder, and my heart sank into despair. Were we really not going to make it? Suddenly, Eve stood up. She smiled softly at me, her lips curving with a gentle warmth. “Emma, you have to live—for me and your mom.”

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.

Shouting echoed. Then another explosion. The entire mountain trembled violently. Aurora stumbled. Lucien caught her before she fell. “You okay?” She nodded quickly. “You?” He smiled despite everything. “I’ve had better days.” She almost laughed. Almost. The tunnel curved sharply. After several minutes… They reached a heavy steel door. Victor stopped. His face tightened. “I remember this.” Alexander frowned. “What is it?” “A service tunnel.” Victor pressed his hand against an old fingerprint scanner.