Scp-365 Novels & Stories

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

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

The thirty-six-hour mark came and went without another ghost call, without a new sabotage. The silence was worse. It was the pause before a predator pounced. Sabatine moved through the penthouse like a specter of focused dread, his every sense tuned to a frequency Anton couldn’t hear. He checked and re-checked the physical security of the penthouse, his modified glasses scanning for new signals, his mind running scenarios.

She flinched. Pain lanced behind her eyes, sharper this time, like someone had shoved a needle into the back of her skull. “Don’t chase ghosts,” Elara said, watching the micro‑twitch in her facial muscles. “They are inefficient.” On one screen, the footage paused on Kael’s close‑cropped ID photo. Hard light. Mugshot quality. > **PRIMARY THREAT: KAEL PETROV.** > **ROLE: BRATVA KINGPIN / SIREN DISRUPTOR.**

“Alright.” As they took the left corridor, the hum of old machinery returned—an unnatural sound, too rhythmic to be background noise. Damien's hand instinctively rested on his weapon. Aurora moved closer, tense but composed. Then, they found it. A large, circular vault door stood at the end of the hallway, with a biometric scanner and rusted keypad. The sign above read: SUBJECT NULL – RESTRICTED. LEVEL 6 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. Damien’s heart pounded. “We’re here.”

Avery stared directly into his grey irises, attempting to extract a single watt of human resonance from the tyrant before her. Yet those pupils held no guilt—only an unyielding, absolute certainty. "That constitutes my own department's liability." She violently broke his grip, driving her fist back into his chest. "Speak! Where is she?" 杰西卡靠在走廊墙上，双臂抱胸，饶有兴味地看着。 "Kessler, how much longer does your network intend to execute this theater? Her biological source was extracted from the sector three years ago under your direct authorization. Even my department lacks the coordinates of her current cell. You treat every asset on this board as a disposable piece—"

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

he asked Emily. Emily slid all the way to the floor. William lay down beside her, his massive head in her lap. She stroked his ears and gave a slight nod to Paoli. "He won't hurt me," she said with absolute certainty. Once Paoli stepped out with the other men, William visibly relaxed. "We brought enough blood to replenish you," Paoli said to William. "But you need to get back to human form." When nothing happened, Sekhmet took one step into the room. He slid a glass vial across the hard floor as far as he could manage without spilling the contents. "It's a decanter of blood," he explained. "We have three more out here."

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

--- The designation appeared again and again. --- LEVEL FOUR STABILIZATION --- Every file eventually led there. --- Every resident transferred there. --- Every missing sanctuary contact. --- Including Lena. --- Bea found security footage shortly before noon. --- Thousands of hours. Too much data. Too little time. --- She selected random samples. --- The first recording showed a young man arriving. Terrified. Crying. Barely able to sit still. --- The second recording showed him three weeks later. --- Smiling. Relaxed.