Scp-32 Novels & Stories

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Pure horror crossing her face. Emma noticed immediately. "What is it?" Rachel didn't answer. She simply handed over the page. Emma looked down. And froze. It wasn't a report. It wasn't a photograph. It was a recent surveillance image. Taken only three months ago. The photograph showed a young woman stepping out of a black car. Her face was partially hidden. But visible enough. Emma's breath stopped. Because the young woman looked exactly like her. And written beneath the photograph were five terrifying words: SUBJECT THREE HAS AWAKENED.

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

"Yeah, instead of quitting.. I told him I can't stay here with him anymore, he transferred me to the quarters. Eve, one reason I'm not afraid of Mr Maya is because I have the proof that he almost raped me" "You always have proofs Helen. She's so smart!" Robert remarked. "Is there CCTV camera in here?" I asked them. "As huge as this place is, there's no CCTV camera, he didn't even hide one somewhere just in case of robbery or whatever. Foolish him... It's simply because of his wayward attitude and obsession for s3x. Imagine being caught on his own camera having s3x every now and then" I noticed that she feels distressed whenever she mentions the word 's3x'

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

Not since Hale whispered her number like a curse that could still chain her. The world flickered. One blink and the burning docks were beneath her feet. Another blink and the white room swallowed her whole. Fluorescent lights blazed overhead. Gloved hands reached toward her. Buckles snapped shut around her wrists. Her breath came in short, broken gasps, swallowed by silence. She wasn’t on the ridge. She wasn’t with Ronan. She wasn’t free. Subject Subject 3, initiate response. The voice echoed through the chamber—Hale’s voice. Icy. Detached. Clinical.

Relief flooded over me, engulfing me like a warm embrace. "They rigged the forest with silver dust bombs. We suffered some casualties, but none of the alphas who joined us were lost. The Agk32 was a tremendous help, granting us immunity and empowering us with the strength and speed required to face those abominations. I apologise for my previous choice of words," he quickly added, and I didn't take offence. After all, he was right. Any Stepanov aligned with Yuri was nothing short of an abomination, misusing their abilities.