Scp-251 Novels & Stories

"Well, I'd like to be called Sierra. But my masters insist that I be called S25. I was the 25th attempt." The flyboys then introduced themselves. "Now follow me to the dinner table! I'm sure you are all very hungry!" it said as it faced about abruptly, ushering them to follow. It led them to a spacious dining hall with a feast of meals daintily arranged and waiting for them on the large dining table at the center of the room. "Please help yourselves while I go get something to drink,' S25 told them before leaving the room. They all stood agape, at a loss for words.

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.

They were fast—unnaturally fast. “Signal sent,” Nomo whispered as the tablet chimed. He looked up just as the first creature lunged from the shadows, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-like silver teeth. He raised his sword, the silver blade humming with his own desperate energy. “Sofia... I hope you’re watching.” (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) “The signal is coming from the basement levels of Warehouse 14,” Phuwin said, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m trying to override their security, but someone is counter-coding me in real-time. It’s Klaus. He’s been waiting for us to trip this wire.”

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

“It was sealed in a secondary vault — hidden even from the mimic cluster.” Charlotte pulled her rifle. “Because Malcolm didn’t want it watched.” Julian frowned. “Why build something like that?” She glanced at him. “To hunt the others.” The trip to Zone Five was different from the rest. No bioluminescent membranes. No synthetic corridors. Just bare steel. A single hallway that narrowed the further they went. At the end, a door. Massive. Reinforced. Sophie’s voice came through the comm. “You’re two meters from the containment floor. Motion trackers confirm a single moving entity. No known profile match.”

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

"EMMET ISLINGTON, FORMER HEAD SCIENTIFIC DIRECTOR AT A MILLITARY RESEARCH FACILITY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE, KEPT EXTENSIVE RECORDS THAT WERE HIDDEN AWAY WITHIN HIS OFFICE, AND ENCRYPTED. THE DISCOVERY OF THE DOCUMENTS AND THE EVENTUAL DECRPYTION LATER PROVIDED VALUABLE INFORMATION OF THE INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS 'RED_TWO', AN INDIVIDUAL THAT WE BECAME AWARE OF AND ALLOWED TO CONTRIBUTE HIS EFFORTS ONTO THE TIME TRAVEL PROJECT AND THEN ALLOW TO KILL ONE OF OUR OWN TO ESCAPE US." "NOTES CEASE TO EXIST ON WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AFTER THIS INCIDENT, AND WE TOOK HIM INTO CONFINEMENT, FULLY ANTICIPATING HIS DEATH TO EXTRACT THE INFORMATION ACCUMULATED WITHIN HIS BRAIN AFTER HIS BODY HAD FAILED ON SITE. THAT IS

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

Freya tells him. “Yes, I think I know the building you're talking about.” Zeo tells her. “He stays in the penthouse, the pages are in a safe in his office. The safe is behind a painting and the code is 223176.” Freya tells him. “223176, I've got it.” He says. “Be safe out there.” I tell him and then he nods his head and he runs out if the warehouse. “Freya, are you sure diving back in his head is a good idea?” I ask her.