Scp-266 Novels & Stories

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

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.

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

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?”

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

Gradually the enemy nations began to look down at Hamster and started plans of attack. Princess Veronica's anger went uncontrolled at the same time her resolution to end the monster intensified. She had left no stone unturned to fetch the beast. With the magical powers he had he could vanish from anywhere to any place. Otaku only appeared when he needed a woman. His bodily cravings were enormous. Sometimes he used to bed two woman at the same time. With long black nails he pierced the skin of woman, drank their blood, raped and left them dead. Before Veronica would attack him, he would enjoy, kill the female and disappear already.

There were two folders in the drive. The first was titled "S. STALKER - TERMINATION PROTOCOL." It included CCTV footage of him entering and leaving the Vauxhall complex, shot from different angles. They had surveilled him for hours. There were also architectural plans of the building, with this same room circled. A psych profile in great detail. It was a hunter's dossier. The bait had been skillfully set. The second folder sent shivers down his spine. "A. ROGERS - ACQUISITION PARAMETERS."

The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code. [ANALYZING_THREAT_PATTERN...] [TARGET: ALPHA_01] [WEAKNESS_IDENTIFIED: EMOTIONAL_LATENCY] "He can't hear you, Xander!" I screamed, my fingers flying through a translucent, golden HUD that was flickering with red warning signs. "The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!"

But, duty comes first. As the last soldier sat down, the lights in the room dimmed. The projector in front of the Major activated. He stepped away from the light. On the screen, a document in black and white was projected. Although it was rumored that the digital and physical documents used within the walls of 666IB outposts were colored for aesthetical reasons, it was confirmed by pathologists from a secretive third party organization that the colors has adverse effect in the eyes of the monsters that prevented them from discerning anything written on it. While it was highly impossible for any monsters to actually eavesdrop, as none had shown tactical capabilities of doing so, the precautio