Scp-318 Novels & Stories

Her hands trembled as she stopped on a document marked: “Transfer Request — Bailey [Redacted] Original Facility: Kensington Biological Research” Beneath that, handwritten: “Subject authorized by L.S. Turner. Emergency override protocol. Must not be awakened until memory sequence clears.” Bailey stepped back from the desk, stunned. L.S. Turner. Lyla. She whispered the name aloud—and the lights above her flickered. Then everything went dark.

His voice carved its way through her spiralling terror: “Kiera. Come back. I’m here.” His real voice this time. Warm. Alive. Desperate. The nightmare-Ronan dissolved into smoke. The walls trembled. The straps loosened. The white room flickered. Her heart lurched toward the sound of him — the real him — even as terror clawed at her throat. But the nightmare wasn’t finished. Dr. Hale’s voice poured over her like ice water. “You can run from me in the waking world, Subject 3. But in here… you still belong to us.”

One from my godmother’s last garden party. My family. Damien’s. “Hell,” Lucia whispered. “She didn’t just collect leverage. She ‘designed’ an empire of blackmail”, “But there’s one file she failed to clean”, Maverick turned the third screen on. A corrupted audio feed. Static crackled. Time-code distorted. The filename flickered: M. Crest – Subject 317A. My blood ran cold. “Miles”. Damien’s younger brother. “What the hell is 317A?” Layla asked.

“Do what you must. But if you drag my family into this any further, i might just betray you.” I let her leave. She was useful but not irreplaceable. But, I wasn’t ready to start a national war. Once the door shut, I tapped another code into the phone. This time around, a secure line. It rang twice. Then a voice answered, low and mechanical. “Status?” I stared out the window, watching the city pulse like a living thing beneath my feet. “Delphinium has been compromised,” I said. “But I have contingencies. Subject Thirty-One is still active. Find her. Eliminate her if necessary. And bring Skyla to me, alive.”

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

He snatched the keychain, swift and silent, while Elena shoved Serena against the car. "Touch me again, and I will end you both," Serena hissed. "You have tried." Elena gripped her wrist tighter. "Who's the clone, Serena? You or me?" Serena's mask slipped, fear, rage and something raw. "You have no idea what is coming." She fled, heels clacking like gunshots. Back at the dorm, Elena plugged in the USB. Files flooded the screen: Project Echo Phase 3: Consciousness Transfer (Subject 34-C)

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

she asked, her heart rate spiking on the monitor. Rage’s grip on her hand tightened. "Marcus found a ghost signal in the service elevator an hour ago. Someone bypassed the biometric scan by using a synthetic thumbprint—a high-end job. They’re already inside the tower, hiding in the 'dead zones' where the cameras don't reach." "And you're sitting here with me?" Sabizina tried to sit up, a flash of panic in her eyes. "Rage, the nursery! The life support systems—if they cut the power to this suite—"

They slipped through the side entrance using one of the access cards Victor had recovered from the tower. The inside was cold. Too white. Too clean. Scarlett's stomach turned. It reminded her of the first chamber. The original room. The beginning of all this. Camille checked the floor map. "Level three." Victor nodded. "Genetic research wing." Scarlett's pulse quickened. That was where Subject Eight would be. The elevator doors opened. The corridor beyond was silent. Too silent. Scarlett's footsteps echoed as they moved. Then A voice. Soft.

Good for him. “I sincerely apologize, major, but I do not get why you are showing me this file,” I say frowning. The major stands up with that silly grin still on his face. “Can’t you read, commander? Female prisoner 3312, formerly known as Aubrey Campbell, 19-years-old. The only daughter of Mia Campbell, a well-known Eel we’ve been chasing for years. Prisoner 3312 was detained by your men while she was helping her mother attack the Ministry of Education three weeks ago,” he uselessly repeats what is in the file.