Scp-365 Novels & Stories

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

“From the beginning.” Luca stepped closer. “Then it’s time to show them what happens when you plan for the wrong girl.” Across the city, in a white lab lit by halogen lights, a group of masked technicians stood before a tall glass chamber. Inside it, a figure stirred. Female. Connected to wires. Heart rate steady. A screen beside her displayed one name: SUBJECT 03 – Initiate in case of Ava 01 breach. One of the techs spoke quietly. “She’s awake.”

“I’ll take it.” Then we moved. The world narrowed to muscle memory. We slipped through the shadows like ghosts, bypassing cameras, disabling locks, keeping our heartbeats steady. The facility was colder inside—stark concrete and fluorescent lights humming like bees in a jar. Elia’s voice came softly through the comm in my ear. “Sublevel three. East corridor. Third door on your left. That’s where she is.” To be continued...

Level 1… Level 2… Level 6… Then the elevator jerked. The lights flickered. The air grew cold. “What the hell?” Scarlett whispered. A mechanical voice echoed overhead. “Authorization breach detected. Level lockdown initiated.” Then everything went black. When the lights returned, they were no longer in the elevator. Scarlett gasped, stumbling forward. The room around them was circular, sterile white walls lined with old medical equipment and flickering monitors. The elevator was gone replaced by a seamless wall. “What just happened?” Damien murmured, drawing his gun.

Damon placed Stella down gently on the couch, his expression grim. After a quick shower and some clean clothes, I locked the key away in the vortex locker—a magical safe only I could open. Its power was too dangerous to leave unguarded. Just as I was catching my breath, my phone buzzed. Harris’s voice came through, frantic and strained. “Alpha! Our base… it’s surrounded! These weird creatures—dark, twisted things—” A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the line, followed by a deafening roar. “Harris?! HARRIS!” I shouted, but the line went dead.

I ask, considering the possibility. “Yes, exactly.” “It’s worth a shot,” I concede and start copying down another chart of the victims and their room numbers. Craig Nelson 36 Walter Crowley 08 Johnson Brown 86 Stephanie Webber 69 Jessica Baker 87 Kirk Arce 29 Sandra Campbell 10 Maria Avila 80 “Hold onto your butts,” I say, as I type the following sequence into the GPS app on my phone: 36.088669, -87.291080

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.”

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.