Scp-328 Novels & Stories

Berlin Safehouse – Control Room Evelyn stood over the bodies with clenched fists. Matteo’s voice buzzed in her ear. “She got in?” “She was let in,” Evelyn growled. “Someone on the inside looped the cameras and disabled the secondary locks.” “Casualties?” “Three dead. Two unconscious. Ana survived.” That name hit Matteo like a punch. “Ana Moreno?” “Yeah,” Evelyn said. “And here’s the kicker—Subject 08 didn’t touch her.”

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.

"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.

No threat detected. General Notes: Mansion architecture non-standard. Mirror reflection delayed slightly on the first-floor west hallway. Might be a lighting issue. Will test again. Personal Note: Maintaining submissive persona to gather intelligence. Master Ivan may be linked to the memory disruption or mark activation. Continuing observation. Zero indication of anything “supernatural”—likely tech or drugs involved. That night, I wandered the hall again. Not snooping. Not exactly. Just observing. Listening. Waiting. Until something moved. A shadow flickered across the corridor at the far end too quick. Too silent.

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

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.

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.

“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?”

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

"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."