Scp-373 Novels & Stories

“Just calm yourself down, okay? I am not going there to force things on your head or force you to do things, okay? I just want you to be there. I want them to see you. I want them to feel threatened. How would I do that if you are still insisting that you don't remember anything? You have to remember. It is a must that you remember. If you don't remember, I don't know how else I am going to cope with this. I don't know how else I would be able to manage. You have to remember. Please, I beg you. Just try your best. I don't know how else to do it. Toby, you have to remember. Because we can't stay a week more here. Derek has plans. Derek has ways of ambushing us. He might be trying to ambush us

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”

Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” “Yes, sir,” the doctor said quickly, already typing on her pad. Silver would like to know Mia’s fate, but she knew better than poking her nose into everything. She hated people who don't mind their business either. They moved on from the chamber, their reflections gliding across the mirrored glass as they walked deeper into the heart of the facility. The deeper they went, the quieter it became…until even their footsteps was swallowed by the silence. They reached another door at the end of the c

Then one of the envoy members beside him steps forward carefully. “Alpha Leon,” the man says quietly, almost cautiously. “Perhaps this should be handled with more restraint.” My breath catches. Alpha. No. No way. The ballroom erupts into whispers almost instantly. “Alpha Leon Valcrest?” “One of the Tribunal Alphas?” “Oh my god…” “The Black Hollow Alpha…” Fear spreads through the room so quickly I can almost feel it physically. Alpha Leon Valcrest. One of the three ruling Alphas of the Alpha Tribunal. And supposedly the most feared among them.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

His hair was snow-white, his features impossibly sharp, and his eyes—shining through the high-definition display—were a bright, glowing, unnatural violet. "Good evening, city," the man's voice echoed from every street speaker, smooth, cultured, and chillingly familiar. "This is Richard Kelvin. A security breach has occurred tonight at one of my corporate residential sectors. A dangerous fugitive and his accomplice have stolen high-value asset blueprints." The screen shifted. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of absolute horror piercing her chest. Displayed in massive, crystal-clear definition across every screen in the entire city were two high-resolution facial scans.

“I will not lose him again.” Sebastian shivered at the sound of the tall boy’s voice. It was not the playful voice of a child, which they were accustomed to hearing, but that of a person who was ready to kill. “Let me take a look at Dorin,” said Benette beside him. “ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them.

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

"Feeling things is what makes me reliable. I won't let another child suffer because of Project Seventh. Tell me where she is." Wraith's hand shook violently, gun barrel pressed against her temple, finger on the trigger. Dimitri calculated angles, could he disarm her before she fired? Sixty percent chance. Not good enough. "Site Seven, outside Denver," Wraith whispered. "Her designation is Subject 3-A. They call her Ana. She has my eyes." A tear tracked down her face. "Promise me. Promise me she'll know I tried to save her." "I promise," Anya said. "Now put down the gun."

“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.”