Scp-32 Novels & Stories

They got to the third room, and to the left was 'Room 32'. "This is it." Harry whispered, moving back a little. "Abel Oliz's room." . . . To be continued.

said Thirteen. The division master’s gaze moved coldly toward Thirteen. “Superior Monster is the military intelligence division’s 3S agent. He might look gentle and harmless on the surface, but he can complete an S mission, which shows that his mind is very meticulous. How could he easily let a girl of unknown origin approach him?” Thirteen suddenly had a look of surprise in her eyes. “You have a point there, Division Master.” “Do a background check on Savannah Jones.” “Yes.”

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—"

The flickering monochrome green text on the pre-war monitor seemed to bleed into the stagnant darkness of the subterranean corridor. ​WARNING: ARMORED ISOLATION VAULT 03 HAS COMMENCED AUTOMATED EMERGENCY PURGE PROTOCOLS. TIME REMAINING: 34 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.

They were trapped—not by their mother, but by the very thing they had spent their lives trying to master. "We have to get out of here," Pim said, lunging for the service elevator. "It's dead!" Chalida shouted, hammering the buttons. "Everything's dead!" The screens in the room suddenly went dark, and the lights dimmed to a flickering, ghostly blue. A voice—mechanical, synthesized, yet strangely familiar—echoed through the penthouse speakers. "Target identified," the voice said. "Phase two: Elimination." Pim looked at the countdown on her phone. 00:00:01. The lights went out completely.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.

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.

TARGET NAME: Stephany (Dangerous target) PRIORITY: MAIN STATUS: Terminated AGENT IN CHARGE: JIMMY THOMAS AGE: - METHOD: Mass Shooting ADDITIONAL NOTES: All physical and digital document hard drives at the target's residence have been destroyed. However, indications of backup copies carried by family members are still under surveillance. Rose wept softly, mixed with an unusual rage. A dense anger instantly replaced the fear in her eyes. "Damn it!" Her gaze was icy. I was utterly speechless as Rose's hands began to shake. Her fingernails turned white, gripping the thick paper until a faint cracking sound could be heard.

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"