Scp-325 Novels & Stories

"Yes, please, anything." Dr. Grey pulled a chair in and sat down in the little room. Tom looked up at the man. His short brown beard was trimmed neatly and his dark brown eyes took in Tom's large frame as he surveyed the man. He held a tablet with his fingers hovering at the ready. "What's your last name?" Dr. Grey asked. "Hayle." "How long have you been in that research facility?" Dr. Grey asked. "I don't know, what year is it?" "2532," said Dr. Grey.

I said through the comms, because she was the nearest person I trusted (sort of) and my reference point, “there’s a trio of people to your left that are hiding from the cops. They could have taken the right exit with the others on the lift, but I think they want to go upstairs for some reason.” “Which ones? What do they look like?” she asked. “I don’t know, I can’t see them!” I said, guiding her to the little group. I felt like someone calling out directions in a game of smash-the-piñata, and Freya was the blindfolded kid swinging a bat. “They’re the ones who just ducked into that corridor, near the stairs. Hurry, they’re running up!” “Got ‘em,” said Freya. “Hey, you three! I am Agent Freya

Then that feed cuts to static. “We’ve lost visual on the conference room!” the tech is frantically working controls. “Trying to reroute…” “All units converge on the fortieth floor,” Sebastian orders. “Protect the asset!” My world tilts. The asset. Daniel is the asset. And I can’t see him anymore. More voices flood the radio—overlapping, urgent, panicked. “The West stairwell is blocked…” “Movement on the thirty-second floor…” “Civilian casualties in the lobby…” “We need medical…”

Containment. --- Lucas opened the second drive. Files filled the screen. Old. Encrypted. Partially corrupted. But readable. One document appeared at the top. ARK / PHASE ZERO Below it: OBJECTIVE: MODEL CROSS-SYSTEM RECOGNITION WITHOUT CENTRAL COMMAND. Lucas stared at the sentence. “That's it.” I read the next line. PRIMARY CONSTRAINT: HUMAN OBSERVERS MUST REMAIN OUTSIDE THE MODEL. I felt my stomach drop. “Outside.” Lucas nodded.

"The layout has natural interference that jams tracking arrays and communication. Once isolated, they head for the target coordinates. We don't need all seven—three can finish the ritual." "And the rest of your little pets?" "They stay embedded with the cohorts. Gather intel. And if a clean chance pops up to put a knife in a high-value target..." The hooded figure paused. "They have authority to kill." "Give me names." "Hale's second son. The Kirk girl. Giovanni—if that Berserker Physique keeps waking up, he’s too much of a threat to leave breathing." The figure hesitated briefly. "And Crawford." The suffocating pressure in the room spiked instantly. The red fire flickered violently, flatten

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.

“You watched his body fail in front of you. You watched him dragged from your own gala half-dead. You watched me cut into his chest because none of your healers could fix what your funds put in his blood.” Victor’s knuckles whitened on the arm of his chair. “Dr. Hale,” Dhar said carefully. “We understood the wolfsbane attack on Alpha Voss was—” “Isolated?” she supplied. “Unfortunate? An act of rogue aggression?” She flicked to the next slide. “Subject 32-F,” she said. “Female. Twenty-six. Unregistered line. Early gestation at time of exposure. IV infusion at a ‘charity’ clinic. Sponsor path: Council Auxiliary Health → Halcyon Medical shell → Voss Trust and Albrecht Holdings.”

He looks like a man who has been chasing a ghost for a long time and just confirmed it was real. “The child is protecting her,” Vane continues. “Or she’s teaching it how to hunt. We can’t tell which without—” “Thank you, Marcus.” Damian ends the call. On his screen, a new notification has assembled: TARGET SYNC: 42%. WARNING—SOVEREIGN MANIFESTATION DETECTED. He stands there for a moment, looking at the nursery door, at the seam of light beneath it, at the woman on the other side he could end with a single order. Then he deletes the alert.

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

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?