Scp-325 Novels & Stories

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

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.”

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.”**

"We’re looking for the Director’s Board. The ones who hold the 'Contract' for the Lu-Sheng estate." The waiter’s eyes flickered. For a split second, the polite mask slipped, revealing a void of absolute, terrifying emptiness. "The Board is currently in the Pendulum Tower. But you are not on the guest list, Specimen 0-Alpha-J. Your status is: Decommissioned." The waiter’s hand suddenly transformed. The skin of his fingers peeled back to reveal brass-tipped talons—low-tech, mechanical spikes designed for "Neutralization." "Get behind me!" Jinyan roared.

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘: VANCE_PRIME. 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘: RE-CONSOLIDATE CONSCIOUSNESS. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: BIOLOGICAL COLLATERAL ESTIMATED AT 98%.

On the terminal behind us, the black icon of the Watchers flared one last time, and a single, new line of text scrolled across the screen. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: THE RECYCLED MOTHER] [STATUS: MEMORY RESTORED] [DIRECTIVE: INITIATE TERMINATION OF THE OBSOLETE MODEL] The floorboards beneath Leo suddenly turned to liquid mercury, a silver vortex opening to pull him back into the dark.

Three figures entered. Human in appearance. Hospital uniforms. Doctor. Security officer. Orderly. The manner in which they moved dispelled any sense of normalcy. Perfectly synchronized. Eyes fixed forward. No wasted motion. No individuality. They all came to a standstill at the same distance from the threshold. The three individuals communicated in unison. “Subject Amina Reyes. Secondary entity transfer is required.”. Daniel stood immediately. “Over my dead body.”. The figures didn't react. Because threats required emotional context.

he asked Emily. Emily slid all the way to the floor. William lay down beside her, his massive head in her lap. She stroked his ears and gave a slight nod to Paoli. "He won't hurt me," she said with absolute certainty. Once Paoli stepped out with the other men, William visibly relaxed. "We brought enough blood to replenish you," Paoli said to William. "But you need to get back to human form." When nothing happened, Sekhmet took one step into the room. He slid a glass vial across the hard floor as far as he could manage without spilling the contents. "It's a decanter of blood," he explained. "We have three more out here."

And in each observation room, paranormals are strapped to tables while scientists in hazmat suits run experiments. I see them drawing blood. Inserting tubes. Running energy tests that make the paranormals scream without sound. My father grips my arm so hard it hurts. "We need to move. Security rotates in ninety seconds." "Where's the stasis chamber?" Catherine asks Kieran. "Upper sublevel," Kieran says. "But the path isn't direct. And they've increased security since…" An alarm sounds. Not the gentle chime from before. This one is sharp. Immediate.

“I’m listening.” Hacker’s eyes flicked between screens and prints. “There’s more. Patrol schedules weren’t the first thing to go out. Weeks ago we had two medical reports pushed to an encrypted folder on a public server. One is a supply requisition. The other is a scan of… a hand.” “Whose?” Ghost asked. “Human male. Age range mid-thirties. Extensive metallic augmentation at the carpal. The skin profile—” He swallowed. “You remember the image Velia sent of the detonator Kane held? The hand that got left behind?”