Scp-265 Novels & Stories

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

I murmured, my voice shaking. “This is an absolute physical reality, Alpha Parker,” Dr. Harris stated, a genuine smile breaking across his weathered features. “The pup’s primary vitals have demonstrated a massive elevation following the introduction of this anonymous canister, meaning our house can fully anticipate his system navigating the night watch in absolute peace.” The sheer relief drove hot tears from my eyes. “My office requires the exact identity of the predator who provided this volume so we can dispatch a proper tribute. Do your records isolate the specific donor, Ethan?”

“Barrister Gabriel Mitchell called ten minutes ago. The Security Bureau has issued a Level-One Capture Order. Special police are authorized to deploy heavy high-frequency silver ammunition and carry out... immediate physical elimination... should they encounter any shapeshifting resistance.” “So old Samuel thinks that by finding a few vampires as backers and releasing this childish little video, he can take away my position as Alpha leader?” Colin turned around. A cold, mocking smile curved across his thin lips. Before he could finish speaking—

Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them?

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.

Her silence said I wasn’t wrong. I handed her another page. An image. A freeze-frame from an internal Biotek feed. Her hands shook. “They had video?” “Yes. That’s how they knew. That’s how they saw his eyes.” Sophia closed her eyes. “This is sick.” “They think it’s science.” “They’re monsters.” I didn’t disagree. “And what’s the plan now?” she asked. “Get in. Shut down CAVERN ZERO. Destroy the master database. Then track every high-value operative tied to the AJ-series. One by one.”

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

Doctor Brown stated, ignoring my question as he stood and punched some numbers into the telephone. “Doctor Brown here, can I get on the line with the security room?” he said. “Yes, exactly. Can I get the footage pulled from ward 26B on May 30th?” I felt the world dropping beneath my feet. A few seconds later, a security officer walked in with a laptop. “I don’t know what this would explain, Alpha, and I don’t wish to relive bad memories, but I hope this gives you closure.” He excused himself, and I flicked my hand at the officer to drop the laptop and leave which he did.

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

I snarled, my voice dropping into that chilling, double-toned sovereign resonance that made the standing puddles of water beneath our boots ripple in outward rings. I stepped onto the central platform, my crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flaring with a dangerous, ancient intensity that pierced the darkness. At the center of the vault stood a shattered obsidian pedestal. The iron containment box—which Vance had reported as a collection of old architectural blueprints—was torn open. The parchment was gone, replaced by a single, terrifying object left in its place: a fresh, severed wolf head from one of our frontline Northern scouts, its mouth stuffed with a single, highly refined silver ne