Scp-328 Novels & Stories

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

“What is it?” Vanessa hesitated. “There’s some other report . A locked one.” Rachel frowned. “A report above Oblivion?” Vanessa’s voice became slightly a whisper. “It’s called ‘The Watchers Initiative.’ And it has today’s date.” My telecel smartphone buzzed. A very last message. Unknown: “You stopped the primary wave. But they realize you now.” “And they're coming.” I exhaled sharply. “Then we get ready.” Ethan smirked. “Round two?” I loaded my weapon. “Round two.”

When the trio entered, they saw a middle-aged couple curled up on the sofa, trembling in fear. The floor was filled with bloody footprints, and the apartment unit was a complete mess too. Even the special agents at the door looked nervous. After entering, Wilbur scanned the scene and spread out his spirit power. He could not find anything out of the ordinary. "What's going on?" he asked the middle-aged couple. The couple were shaking terribly as they looked at Wilbur. Elsa quickly interjected, "This man is from the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. That's our country's specialized department to handle this kind of situation. You guys can relax and tell him the truth. He will bel

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

And maybe, if I learned how to listen, I could decide what deserved to remain and what deserved to be severed. I didn’t see the small silver communication crystal sitting on the far side of the chamber. I didn’t see the faint pulse of light that traveled through it after Mara and Tavin left. And I certainly didn’t know who was waiting at the other end. But somewhere beyond Nocturne, a message had already been delivered. A single report appeared on a dark screen. ECLIPSE SUBJECT CONFIRMED. ABILITY: SEVERANCE OF COERCIVE SUPERNATURAL BONDS.

Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco were gone, their millions of inhabitants now trapped in a state of biological suspension. Killian and I stood at the edge of the dais, still connected by the silver cannula in our arms. His blood was my anchor, and my resonance was his shield. Together, we were a biological anomaly that the Palace's automated security could not categorize. We were the "Inert Variable." "Maya, Leo, Toby: listen to me!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the high-frequency shriek of the building. "Isabella is using you as a filter. She is not healing the world. She is putting it into a coma so she can harvest the silence!"