Scp-251 Novels & Stories

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

from my peripheral, I caught the sight of a camera at the right corner of the room, "I'm not sure if that works. I don't think Jason would have attempted what he did if it did work but we can never be too careful. I want the footage for the past two hours wiped from their server." "I'll get on it, Alpha. We've got a wolf that's pretty good with the tech stuff. He's working on the security features around the sanctuary and building a database of all the wolves that have been initiated into the pack," Alec informed as he fished out his phone and began rapidly typing. His voice grew distant as he said, "he'll know what to do but it might take him time. A building like this probably has really g

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

“Decided to talk now, hm?” Skylar took the man to show him where Aslan was currently located. The large, luxurious facility had an intricate design. Skylar was led to the second floor, where there were numerous large, identical-looking rooms. “Where?” “R-room number 25.” Skylar let go of the man, but before he could run away, Skylar shot him in the head, killing him. He also took the key card from the man. Rosat’s men hadn’t lied; the closer Skylar got to Room 25, the stronger Aslan’s pheromone scent became. It was a pleasant scent he’d longed for.

By sunrise, Serena was perched on her apartment rooftop, legs crossed, sketchpad in hand, gazing out at the skyline. But she wasn't drawing; she was waiting. Sure enough, Damien appeared just before eight. He looked worn out, hollow. Dust coated his black coat as if he had walked through something burning. She remained silent until he sat down across from her. "What the hell is Phase Five?" she demanded. Damien met her eyes. "It's what happens when control fails. When the subject deviates beyond recovery. It's the nuclear option." "They're coming after me?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

Before I could answer, Luca’s eyes slipped shut again, monitors steady but low. A nurse hurried in. “He needs to rest.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment—then turned away. Something had shifted inside him. Something irrevocable. *** Hartman Tower — Sublevel War Room (Return) Damien displayed the recovered fragment from Margaret’s second log. Only a single sentence was intact: “If Victor activates Ash… the child will bind to the imprint closest to Evelyn.” I whispered, “Closest to me?” Elias frowned. “Why Evelyn?”

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

A dark, possessive heat flooded his chest. "No," Cyprian whispered. "The victim died in that crash, Oryn. Look at her eyes." He touched the screen. "That’s a predator. She didn't just survive. She evolved." The Next Morning. Hale Corp Headquarters. Cyprian stood in his penthouse office. He was wearing a fresh suit—black, immaculate, armored. He had shaved. He had buried the grief deep in the vault of his mind. He checked the drawer of his desk.

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.

Sophia's words echoed in Damon's memory. Vale never saw people. Only outcomes. These weren't trophies. They were reminders. Fragments of lives she had destroyed. Nova clenched her fists. "She's a monster." "No," Luca said quietly. "Monsters don't choose." "She did." No one argued. At the end of the corridor stood an enormous circular door. Black steel. Covered in intricate locking mechanisms. At its center was a single handprint scanner. Sophia's access card. Damon inserted it into the console.