Scp-32 Novels & Stories

It contained a list of events. First contact, Observation, Interference, Isolation. I scrolled further. Then stopped. One line had been highlighted. DO NOT ALLOW THE TWO SUBJECTS TO DISCOVER THE THIRD. Akira read it over my shoulder. “Third?” I nodded. “The person whose name was erased.” She looked at me. “Who is the third subject?” “I don't know.” A sudden noise came from the hallway. We all froze. Footsteps. Again..Someone was coming. I quickly shut the phone off. Adrienne whispered, “There's nowhere to hide.” I looked around. Then I noticed another door at the far end of the room.

After it paused, there was a brief error. Alpha hacked into the surveillance cameras placed at the gates. He watched the event that took place. There was a female on a hoverbike. Scanning the face, he found no records of the person except for the code: 192. 3. Alpha searched every single records in the country, not wasting a minute on one before moving to the next. He finally located 192. 3 which was in the records of Ovic Inc. The surveillance cameras brought back the female who rode her hoverbike closer to the Johnson's abode.

3222 screams the question from above us. I look up and nod, “Yes, but not to us. Now get your asses down here!” 3222 and 3333 shake their head and I demand, “That’s an order!” They both fall from the tree and the Shadow Beings charge, “You can do this! Stand together and use your training!”

Turns to the next cell. I want to pull her away. Shield her from this. But I know better. This is her purpose. Her choice. Her power used the way it was always meant to be. To save. To heal. To grant mercy when there's no other option. We extract five survivors. The other three are too corrupted. Too far gone. Neah grants them peace. Upstairs, my wolves plant charges. Sera downloads every file from the servers. Theo secures the physical records. "Facility is rigged," Jax reports. "Ready to blow on your command."

Just a cot and a sink and a red surveillance dot blinking like a second heart. They shoved him inside. Hiss. Lock. Silence. --- RUINS – SAME NIGHT The storm had started inside Abigail long before the wind outside began to howl. Her hands trembled as she stared at the tablet screen. Static. Then a Citadel flag. Then... CONFIRMED: SUBJECT RU-Q3A-1120 – IN DETENTION. STATUS: CLASSIFIED. Abigail backed away from the table. A chair crashed behind her. ABIGAIL “No. No, no, no, he wasn’t supposed to get caught.”

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

I placed his small hand against my chest “, you feel like mine.” He didn’t speak. But he didn’t pull away either. Meanwhile... Beneath Manhattan, in a bunker that reeked of power and rot, Maurice lit a cigar and smiled at the flickering screens. Thermal feeds. Four signatures. Three adults. One infant. “That’s them?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” the tech replied. “We confirmed Ethan, Sophia, Subject A-17... and the child.” Maurice’s grin widened. “A little family,” he muttered. “All tucked in.”

Eliana added, studying the readings with professional concern overtaking maternal worry. Security Chief Thompson met them at the private elevator, his normally impassive face tight with tension. "The intruders are contained in sublevel three, sir. They've made no attempts to escape." "Because they're waiting for us," James said grimly, checking his weapon. "Or more specifically, for her." Alex's jaw clenched as he stepped into the elevator. "The vault first. Whatever Father discovered might give us leverage." "And if it doesn't?" Geneva asked quietly.

Shortly afterwards, they lastly found what they’d been looking for. Evania and Sumico saw a young lady, about the same age with them. The young lady was seen squatting down on the floor, with all her fear, anxiety, panic and frustration. Meanwhile, in front of the young lady, they saw a big, tall, blue monster, with his two long pointed horns, his two sharp canine teeth, and his dark red eyes. The big, tall, blue monster was seen fighting against four scorpion demons which were showing their true forms in four gigantic scorpions.