Scp-373 Novels & Stories

His voice carved its way through her spiralling terror: “Kiera. Come back. I’m here.” His real voice this time. Warm. Alive. Desperate. The nightmare-Ronan dissolved into smoke. The walls trembled. The straps loosened. The white room flickered. Her heart lurched toward the sound of him — the real him — even as terror clawed at her throat. But the nightmare wasn’t finished. Dr. Hale’s voice poured over her like ice water. “You can run from me in the waking world, Subject 3. But in here… you still belong to us.”

Turns to the next cell. I want to pull her away. Shield her from this. But I know better. This is her purpose. Her choice. Her power used the way it was always meant to be. To save. To heal. To grant mercy when there's no other option. We extract five survivors. The other three are too corrupted. Too far gone. Neah grants them peace. Upstairs, my wolves plant charges. Sera downloads every file from the servers. Theo secures the physical records. "Facility is rigged," Jax reports. "Ready to blow on your command."

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

The faction personnel turned in surprise, some reaching for weapons while others frantically worked to stabilize their failing technology. At the center stood Dr. Whitcomb, her face, a mask of cold fury as she recognized me among the truth-seers. "Subject 23-A," she said, her voice carrying even over the alarms. "How disappointing to see what you've become. You were designed for so much more than... balance."

“Lucas… what if she’s right?” He pulled her close, his voice low and fierce. “Then we’ll rewrite the truth ourselves.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, and miles away, deep inside the sealed Salvador Foundation, Amara Holt stood before the reactivated console. The red lights blinked in sequence as she entered a final command: PROJECT MIRROR: PHASE III- INITIATION SEQUENCE ENABLED.

One from my godmother’s last garden party. My family. Damien’s. “Hell,” Lucia whispered. “She didn’t just collect leverage. She ‘designed’ an empire of blackmail”, “But there’s one file she failed to clean”, Maverick turned the third screen on. A corrupted audio feed. Static crackled. Time-code distorted. The filename flickered: M. Crest – Subject 317A. My blood ran cold. “Miles”. Damien’s younger brother. “What the hell is 317A?” Layla asked.

"I thought we were going to be the ones walking out of this. You always were the optimist, Pim. That’s why you’re the one who usually ends up bleeding." "I'm the one who ends up living," Pim snapped, lunging toward the server’s primary cooling vent. "Focus on the bypass. Now!" The doors to the study groaned as a heavy hydraulic ram slammed against the frame. Outside, the muffled, robotic voice of a team leader echoed through the corridor, devoid of human inflection. "Target acquisition confirmed. Initiate breach. Eliminate assets. Protocol 7-Beta in effect." "Protocol 7-Beta," Chalida hissed, her eyes widening. "That’s a scorched-earth directive. They aren't even going to try to capture us f

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”