Scp-328 Novels & Stories

That night, the house was quiet. No footsteps. No lights. But at 2:08 AM, Sera stood in the middle of the sealed vault. One screen remained powered: a passive biometric map of the entire structure. Only two life signatures were active. One was hers. The other… The other showed up as UNKNOWN | EV.03 Not under the floor. Not in the walls. Inside her room. Standing. Watching. Breathing. Sera didn’t move. She simply whispered: > “Then come take it.”

Eliana added, studying the readings with professional concern overtaking maternal worry. Security Chief Thompson met them at the private elevator, his normally impassive face tight with tension. "The intruders are contained in sublevel three, sir. They've made no attempts to escape." "Because they're waiting for us," James said grimly, checking his weapon. "Or more specifically, for her." Alex's jaw clenched as he stepped into the elevator. "The vault first. Whatever Father discovered might give us leverage." "And if it doesn't?" Geneva asked quietly.

TARGET NAME: Stephany (Dangerous target) PRIORITY: MAIN STATUS: Terminated AGENT IN CHARGE: JIMMY THOMAS AGE: - METHOD: Mass Shooting ADDITIONAL NOTES: All physical and digital document hard drives at the target's residence have been destroyed. However, indications of backup copies carried by family members are still under surveillance. Rose wept softly, mixed with an unusual rage. A dense anger instantly replaced the fear in her eyes. "Damn it!" Her gaze was icy. I was utterly speechless as Rose's hands began to shake. Her fingernails turned white, gripping the thick paper until a faint cracking sound could be heard.

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

Matthew replied, "Every information network in the facility can only be accessed by local channels here!" They finally reached a section of pods with a Label Y. They both looked up and saw the subject Y-23T2 still unconscious within. The same dark skin human-looking fiend who caused major chaos some days ago, laying on the other side of the barrier. Matthew dabbed on his watch. Several panels of information manifested in front of him, all with Yaksha's information on it. He also clicked on the button beside the pod until a woman's figure manifested in front of them. Her features and movement were too mechanical to be a human's.

It came from the rooftop doorway behind me. I didn't turn around. My fist remained cocked, my chest heaving, the rain washing over my bared teeth. "Stand down, Vance. This variable requires permanent termination." "Sir, look at his left wrist," Vance shouted, his voice laced with a sudden, sharp panic that caught my attention. "The secondary signature. He’s running a dead-man's link." My eyes instantly snapped down to the stalker's left arm, my Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory cataloging the device strapped to his forearm within a fraction of a millisecond.

My boots squeaked against the polished floor as we moved deeper into the labyrinth. Jeff’s hand hovered near his sidearm. “Stay close.” The door at the end of the hall was unmarked. The keycard unlocked it with a soft click. The room beyond was part lab, part shrine. Glass tanks lined the walls, each filled with amber liquid and— I staggered back, bile rising in my throat. Floating in the nearest tank was a girl who looked exactly like me. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair drifting around her face like seaweed. A tag on the tank read: *Subject D-28. Status: Viable.*

“No, chère Saphira. I warned you. There are worse monsters than me.” Caelum’s voice was ice. “Why are you alive?” Lucien’s smile faded slightly. “Because I made myself useful.” The screen glitched. A new figure stepped into frame beside him. Tall. Unmoving. Face obscured by shadow. The mastermind. “Phase Three begins in twenty-four hours,” the voice said smoothly. “You will attend the briefing. Together.” “And if we don’t?” I demanded. The camera zoomed in on one terrified face in the third quadrant a young woman from my events team, hands bound, eyes pleading.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

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.