Scp-254 Novels & Stories

" The ship shuddered. We'd stopped. Docking with the platform. Through the observation periscope , Catherine saw an enormous structure three levels of steel and concrete rising from the ocean, helicopter pads, communication towers, everything needed for long term isolated research. Victoria's voice returned through speakers. "Transfer begins now. Catherine, escort Emily's children to containment Level B. Emily, you're being moved to the research wing. Resist and I'll sedate you again. Cooperate and you can walk there consciously. Your choice." Catherine moved toward the glass partition. "Come on, children. We're going to new rooms. Everything will be fine." "Don't touch them!" I screamed. "C

If he couldn't hide, he’d be chaos. The heavy sliding doors at the end of the hall hissed open. Four drones hovered into view, their sensor-dromes rotating in perfect, lock-step harmony. Behind them, a security detail of human proxies moved in an eerie, fluid lockstep. They were extensions of the Hive, puppets for an ancient hunger. "Found you, Randy," the central proxy spoke, its head tilting at a neck-breaking angle. The voice was distorted—Anji’s face, Sarah’s pitch, Arga’s cadence, all garbled into one mockery.

The creature positioned itself between the group and the door, its gaze fixed on Kael, not blocking the exit with aggression, indicating that it wanted Kael to stay, or rather, the anchor wanted Kael to stay, and the guardian was the anchor's way of expressing that in physical terms. Darius suggested considering options for an unidentified creature in the room, not directly addressing Professor Hale. Professor Hale responded, "We do not engage. We must wait and document our observations without escalating." Darius then asked, "What if it starts moving towards us? Professor Hale hesitated while the creature's gaze turned to Kael, intensifying the atmosphere in the room. Kael thought about the

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.

Rows of transparent cylinders lined both sides of the chamber, each standing nearly three meters tall. Every cylinder was empty. Or at least... most of them. William stopped walking. Near the far end of the room, one cylinder still contained something. A human silhouette. Floating motionlessly inside pale blue liquid. Stefan's face turned pale. "My God..." Camelia hurried toward the control console beside it. The display flickered to life the moment she approached. SUBJECT STATUS: TERMINATED PRESERVATION COMPLETE She slowly looked back toward the cylinder. The figure inside was impossible to identify.

Its movements were fluid, too precise, too deliberate—something engineered, like Damian himself. I froze. Damian tensed beside me. My stomach twisted into knots. The figure raised a hand, and in a voice both mechanical and eerily calm, it said: “Subject D.V. has reached Phase Two. Containment override: neutralize or extract.” I screamed, clutching Damian as the walls shifted faster, the floor splitting beneath us. Sparks danced through the air, arcs of electricity crackling dangerously close. We had seconds. Seconds.

"You're right. However, that person was able to control corpses. He's definitely a cultivator." "The issue is how to locate him." This type of cultivator was among the list of targets of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, so it was their duty to apprehend them. Wilbur frowned. "He did not appear in person, so it'll be difficult to find him." "Let's contact the handler and have them access the surveillance system," Ryder suggested. Wilbur shook his head. "There are no surveillance cameras here. That won't do any good." As he said that, Wilbur's spirit power surged into the corpse. After a moment, the space around them started to become hazy.

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

architect—stayed in my mind like a splinter. I sat at the mahogany desk, the one that had once belonged to my father, and began to go through the final digital files Sophie had pulled from Daniel’s encrypted drive. There was a folder at the very bottom, hidden behind a firewall that required a biometric scan. Scan: Accepted. The file opened. It wasn’t about money. It wasn’t about the trust. It was a series of psychiatric reports from the Gilded Grove, dated from before I was sent there. “Patient X: Female. Identical DNA markers to Victoria Vermon. Condition: Acute Psychopathy. Recommendation: Permanent containment in the sub-level wing. Sponsor: Rita Blackwood.”