Scp-328 Novels & Stories

Julian whispered: “Crane built a ghost key into the network.” Sophie frowned. “How many of them can use it?” Julian didn’t answer. On day seven, Silas vanished. No breach. No sensor trip. He simply… disappeared. Elias was the first to notice. He checked the logs. Last sighting: 0300 hours. Standing in the garden. Speaking with Subject V-3. Cameras glitched during the interaction. V-3 refused to answer any questions. When Elias confronted her, she only said: “He didn’t run. He went inward.”

Rows of freezers hummed quietly under emergency power. Jack pulled on gloves. “You said they stashed evidence here?” “Biological backups. Tissue samples. Lab logs they couldn’t risk transmitting.” He opened the first drawer. A human hand floated in fluid, tagged *Test B-14: Noncompliant Male. Terminated.* He exhaled. “What exactly were you people making?” “Obedience.” Jack opened a second drawer. “This isn’t research. It’s a graveyard.” Vesper replied quietly, “And yet no one came looking until I escaped.”

“I’ll get started.” “See that you do,” I said, voice flat. Selene’s phone buzzed. She checked it, then glanced up, her gaze cool. “Surveillance caught a badge swipe at 2:13 AM last night. Unscheduled access to the 53rd floor document vault. Only three people cleared for that region—Cross, Haynes, and Patel.” I shot Haynes a cold look. “Explain.” Haynes’ voice trembled. “Patel was on vacation. I—I was at home. That leaves Cross—”

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

I placed his small hand against my chest “, you feel like mine.” He didn’t speak. But he didn’t pull away either. Meanwhile... Beneath Manhattan, in a bunker that reeked of power and rot, Maurice lit a cigar and smiled at the flickering screens. Thermal feeds. Four signatures. Three adults. One infant. “That’s them?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” the tech replied. “We confirmed Ethan, Sophia, Subject A-17... and the child.” Maurice’s grin widened. “A little family,” he muttered. “All tucked in.”

The kind of place that always smelled faintly of ozone and blood, no matter how much bleach they pumped into it. I made it back to my assigned suite—spartan, functional, not a single damn thing personal about it. That was the point. I locked the door, dropped the file on the table, and stood over it for a long moment. Then I opened it again. Target: Dr. Elias Anderson Objective: Confirm location. Terminate if necessary. Retrieve any research data. Location: Abandoned sector, Edgewater District, lower Manhattan ruins. Threat level: Unknown. Possibly armed. Possibly unstable.

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

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.

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

Just a cot and a sink and a red surveillance dot blinking like a second heart. They shoved him inside. Hiss. Lock. Silence. --- RUINS – SAME NIGHT The storm had started inside Abigail long before the wind outside began to howl. Her hands trembled as she stared at the tablet screen. Static. Then a Citadel flag. Then... CONFIRMED: SUBJECT RU-Q3A-1120 – IN DETENTION. STATUS: CLASSIFIED. Abigail backed away from the table. A chair crashed behind her. ABIGAIL “No. No, no, no, he wasn’t supposed to get caught.”