Scp-373 Novels & Stories

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment

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.

Elias found the release panel, which was cunningly disguised as a service conduit access point, and slipped into the narrow, dark stairwell. The air in the stairwell was stale, carrying the metallic scent of ozone from the recent power surge. Elias descended swiftly, his movements silent, powered by the cold, clear terror of knowing that the Syndicate’s cleanup crew would be deployed within the hour. Protocol 7 was absolute: it meant every asset, every location, and every potential weakness linked to his persona, Elias Vance, would be eliminated or secured.

His once cold eyes were bloodshot, and even the buttons on his shirt were mismatched. "Eloise," his voice was hoarse, his breathing ragged. "Dr. Vance." I slowly turned around. "This is a top-secret human research facility, Alpha Blackwood." I leaned against the lab bench, arms crossed. "I know the human world can't stop you, but you are trespassing." "I've searched for you for seven hundred and thirty days." He took a step forward. His powerful Alpha aura washed over me like a tide. But under the lab's proprietary shielding, that pressure was little more than a mild headache.

Viper scrambled to his feet, shaking off the paralysis, his eyes finding mine. "How do we open the pits?" I snarled into Caspian’s ear. He tried to ignore me, his body shaking with pain. I pressed the gun harder, the metal bruising his temple. "Tell me, or I'll end this right now." "Code... 7-4-9-Alpha," Caspian wheezed. "Control... control station three." "Viper! Control station three! Get them out!" I commanded. I watched as the Blood-Hounds sprinted toward the pits. I watched as the concrete lids slid back, and the survivors began to scramble out of the darkness. They were weak, they were terrified, but they were moving.

Dmitry rose slowly, the natural imposing presence of his body reflected in the tension of his muscles and the icy gleam in his eyes. “Stay alert to Sasha’s phone. If he doesn’t make contact in three hours… Mobilize the Intervention Unit. Trusted men only. Absolute silence.” “I already considered that,” Alexei said, turning to leave, but he hesitated as he opened the door. “Dmitry… If this is true… They were trying to build something worse than any Lycan or vampire has ever been. Something without a soul. Without honor. Without free will.” Dmitry merely answered with a low, somber murmur:

Three figures entered. Human in appearance. Hospital uniforms. Doctor. Security officer. Orderly. The manner in which they moved dispelled any sense of normalcy. Perfectly synchronized. Eyes fixed forward. No wasted motion. No individuality. They all came to a standstill at the same distance from the threshold. The three individuals communicated in unison. “Subject Amina Reyes. Secondary entity transfer is required.”. Daniel stood immediately. “Over my dead body.”. The figures didn't react. Because threats required emotional context.

They knew that this black page had the power to corrupt one’s mind and made the one who touched it barehanded went insane. In order to bring it to the secret bureau for safekeeping, they need to use the remote control drone to take it and put it within a thick metal sealed box, Otherwise, the one who transports it would have gone mad. For the secret bureau, this thing is both a curse and a blessing. They already check the brain wave and use the power user's telepathic ability to probe the victim to see what really happened to them, and what causes them to go mad... The result was that they detected the massive influx of information and data that was injected directly into the brain. This mea

When there is enough distance between us, they bow together as if they are paying a respect to me. "Good evening, milady, the Alpha needs you now," they said seriously but the respect in their voices was evident. Who's Alpha? Is he the one who kidnapped me and what does he need? The two women came to me at the same time and helped me to stand up even though I didn't agree. I don't think they cared if I agreed or not, they really just let me know that whoever that Alpha was needed me.