Scp-325 Novels & Stories

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."

Saye’s voice disappeared. For one second, they were alone. Adrian spoke quickly. “I did.” The lights returned. Seraphina stared at him. Twenty-three years. A dead father. A hidden facility. A retrieval command activated three days ago. Not by Saye. By Adrian Laurent. “You brought me here,” Seraphina said. His palm remained against the glass. “Yes.” “Why?” The countdown vanished. A new message replaced it. EXTERNAL CONTAINMENT FAILURE PRIME TRANSFER REQUIRED Adrian looked toward something Seraphina could not see.

"Feeling things is what makes me reliable. I won't let another child suffer because of Project Seventh. Tell me where she is." Wraith's hand shook violently, gun barrel pressed against her temple, finger on the trigger. Dimitri calculated angles, could he disarm her before she fired? Sixty percent chance. Not good enough. "Site Seven, outside Denver," Wraith whispered. "Her designation is Subject 3-A. They call her Ana. She has my eyes." A tear tracked down her face. "Promise me. Promise me she'll know I tried to save her." "I promise," Anya said. "Now put down the gun."

He returned to his desk, opened the ledger, and on a fresh page, in his precise script, he wrote: "Date: [ ] Anomalous energy signature detected within Sector 7 perimeter. Evidence suggests direct observation of primary assets. Hypothesis: Anomaly 001 is mobile and engaging in active reconnaissance. Recommended action: Initiate Protocol Cull. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector and acquire specimens. The Balance must be calibrated." He closed the book. The problem would be solved. Order would be restored. The sighing of the Grey Sorrow was the sound of the world settling into its proper, quiet, efficient place. And he would not allow a few discordant notes to ruin the symphony.

“But he’s got every override. I can’t lift the lockdown remotely. I need eyes inside.” Noa looked around the room. “Only thing in here is old weapons tech and a bunch of decommissioned drone cores.” A pause. Then Ivy’s voice dropped. “There’s an old Raptor drone in that room. Serial 3XF. Built before Sabine banned them. See if the neural cable is intact.” Noa ran to the wall panel, flipped it open, and found the metal snake of cable tucked beneath busted comms and corroded clips. “Got it.”

"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'

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

“My name is Sabatine Stalker. I am head of security for Anton Rogers. The power has been deliberately cut. This is a coordinated attack to cause panic. If you panic, you die. If you follow my instructions, you live.” He pulled a small, high-lumen tactical flashlight from his pocket, not turning it on yet. “I am going to turn on a light. Do not look directly at it. Do not move. I am identifying a secure location. When I give the command, you will move, slowly and in order. Anyone who runs will be considered hostile.”

“So what do we do?” Cole swallowed. “We don’t panic. We find another access point.” Jackson turned, eyes blazing. “Which one?” Cole hesitated. “Sub-level three. But it’s ” A sharp alarm blared overhead. Then another. The tower lighting shifted from blue to a pulsing crimson. Jackson’s voice hardened. “What is that?” Cole’s expression changed fear, pure and unfiltered. “That’s… a purge sequence.” Savannah’s pulse stopped. “A what?”

And no, she absolutely hasn’t done anything wrong. I get out of my chair, locking my computer, closing it. Then I take all my paperwork I do not need right now, and lock it into a safe. “The investigation. Don’t want to leave it out and about.” I explain when the two men raise an eyebrow each. Dorian opens my door, looking into the hallway, nods and leads the way down to his own office and meeting room. In there Harriet, Lillie, Balder, Maddie, one of Maddie’s guards and three unfamiliar persons wait. They all get up when we come in, and I stop abruptly as the two of the unfamiliar persons auras hit me. They are not from this realm, or anyone close to this. The third one is clearly a witch,