Scp-373 Novels & Stories

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.”

I had to maintain the feral act until the moment came to drop it. So I threw myself against the cage bars with renewed fury, roaring and snarling like the alarms had triggered some primitive fear response. The vampires barely glanced at me - just another caged animal reacting to loud noises. "Protocol Seven," the third vampire announced, checking his weapon. "Secure all assets, prepare for extraction if necessary." "What about the specimen?" the blonde asked, gesturing toward my cage. Marcus hefted the metal rod like a weapon. "Orders are to terminate if rescue seems likely. Can't let werewolf intelligence networks get their hands on what we've learned about consciousness suppression."

“Through careful observation, even the most covert moves can be predicted and countered.” Lou patrolled the perimeter, attentive to anomalies, while Sandra monitored digital activity and intercepted coded communications. Mathapelo, supported by Kate, projected emotional and spiritual resilience throughout the household, reinforcing both mental stability and vigilance against psychological intrusion. By mid-morning, Brenda introduced a new operative named Elric, an expert in surveillance and psychological profiling. Elric’s task was not to confront but to observe, document, and subtly influence from the shadows. He embedded himself in community activities, neighborhood routines, and even casu

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:

He was walling himself off, and every stone he laid in that internal fortress sent a fresh crack running through my soul. Days bled into one another. Food was brought. Questions went unanswered. I was left alone with the ghost of my own power — the lightning that now slept uneasily in my veins, a whispered secret I still didn’t understand. On the third morning, a disturbance. Muffled voices outside the door — one of them familiar. Not a pack voice. A human voice, threaded through with unshakable authority. “Thorne Pact. Article Seven. Observer rights during pre-trial supernatural confinement involving human-affiliated individuals. You can check my credentials with your Alpha, but I’m not wai

"You never mentioned this failsafe—" "Because David didn't know about it. Because X-One, X-Two, and X-Three don't know about it. Because the entity didn't know about it when it hijacked David's consciousness eight years ago." She pulled up holographic displays. "But activating it requires three components. Morrison's research. Your natural integration. And David's voluntary participation."

"Not here. Too public. Meet me at my apartment after my shift. Six PM." She gives an address. Walks back inside. Emma and Sophie kill time. Walk Portland. Eat lunch. Act normal. It feels strange. Wrong. Like wearing someone else's clothes. Six PM arrives. They drive to the apartment. Small building. Third floor. Subject 23 answers immediately. Inside, she's different. Guarded. Careful. "How did you find me?" "We have resources. Good people. We're not here to hurt you. Just to verify your story. Victoria Chen claims she stabilized your enhancement. Made it permanent. Is that true?"

she rasped, her voice sounding like two stones grinding together. ​She wasn't alone. Standing over her was a man in a dark tactical bodysuit, his face obscured by a high-tech visor. He didn't have a family insignia, but I recognized the gear. The Scourge. The man didn't even look at me. He was reaching for a heavy, pneumatic injector on his belt. "Subject 07 is entering a terminal flare," he said into his comms. "Requesting immediate extraction and sedation. The project is unstable." ​The coldness of it, the way they spoke about children as if they were faulty machinery, sent a wave of white-hot fury through my veins.

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.