Scp-373 Novels & Stories

“Barrister Gabriel Mitchell called ten minutes ago. The Security Bureau has issued a Level-One Capture Order. Special police are authorized to deploy heavy high-frequency silver ammunition and carry out... immediate physical elimination... should they encounter any shapeshifting resistance.” “So old Samuel thinks that by finding a few vampires as backers and releasing this childish little video, he can take away my position as Alpha leader?” Colin turned around. A cold, mocking smile curved across his thin lips. Before he could finish speaking—

"Yeah, instead of quitting.. I told him I can't stay here with him anymore, he transferred me to the quarters. Eve, one reason I'm not afraid of Mr Maya is because I have the proof that he almost raped me" "You always have proofs Helen. She's so smart!" Robert remarked. "Is there CCTV camera in here?" I asked them. "As huge as this place is, there's no CCTV camera, he didn't even hide one somewhere just in case of robbery or whatever. Foolish him... It's simply because of his wayward attitude and obsession for s3x. Imagine being caught on his own camera having s3x every now and then" I noticed that she feels distressed whenever she mentions the word 's3x'

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

“What do you mean?” Marla tapped her keyboard. On the screen appeared a registration document. Not legal. Medical. Anita read it aloud. “‘Subject: SB-001. Genetic viability: confirmed. Psychological profile: compliant with conditioning. Intelligence quotient: stable. Risk level: dormant.’” Nathan blinked. “She’s not a person to them. She’s a project.” Ethan added, “They’ve been monitoring her since she disappeared. And guess where she was for the last six months?” Marla’s voice was grim. “A Rothschild psychiatric facility in Prague. Off the books. Not for treatment. For reprogramming.”

His fingers brushed hers beneath the table, hidden from others—a private gesture of concern. "Does it matter?" she countered. "Billions of lives against my comfort? Not much of a choice." His jaw tightened. "There's always a choice." Their eyes locked in silent communication—her determination against his fear of losing her again. In that moment, everyone else in the room seemed to fade away. "Sir," Thompson interrupted from the doorway, breaking the spell. "Security breach on level forty-seven. The vault." Alex's expression hardened. "How many?" "Three operatives. They bypassed our systems using Marcel's protocols."

The Chimera’s roar rattled his bones, burned in his lungs, seared into his ancient memory. The guardian was remembering. Chains strained. Steel buckled. Alarms shrieked. Then — Snap. One restraint tore loose. Another. Another. The glass wall cracked. Collision Ellie’s breath caught as the alarms blared, red strobes bathing the hall in frantic pulses. Scientists ran past her hiding spot, shouting into radios. “Containment breach in Section 7!” “Specimen 43 is loose!” Her blood went cold. Cerebus. She bolted down the hall, following the noise, the heat, the smell of ozone and smoke. She shoved her badge against a final door. It blinked red.

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.

Alexander went still beside me so still he seemed carved from stone. The me in the video was unconscious, pale, bruised. Machines buzzed around my body. Electrodes attached to my temples. Something dripping into my veins. Richard spoke to the camera. “Subject 37 shows unusual neural activity. Memory retention is higher than predicted. Proceed with Phase Three.” Thunder roared outside. I pressed a hand to my mouth. Alexander’s arm slid behind me, steadying me without pulling me in. Another voice in the video spoke. “Do we proceed even if it risks her life?”

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."