Scp-471 Novels & Stories

Luckily, these four were also new recruits who went down like dominoes getting hit by a pickup truck. The moment Jo turned back around, noting that they were at the exit for the twenty-eight floor, her IAC crackled, and then, a new voice was in her head. “Scott? Son? Are you really here?” “Dad!” Scott shouted, both aloud and through the IAC. “Yes. Do you know what floor you’re on?” “Scott, I really think you should leave. I don’t see how you can do this. We are surrounded by a few hundred Vampires at the moment, and Cassidy said it’s just you and Jo. You’ll never make it.”

Colonel Mulfy rode amid two other watchmen of lower standings. Sporge sat and watched as they approached him. Colonel Mulfy was the head of the watchmen of Nutusel, an army that secured the borders of Nutusel and oversaw the security system of Nutusel. He was in his early 50s, white-skinned, quite tall, and muscular with a saturnine face that was believed to be the consequence of combats and training. Along with the other watchmen, he wore the watchmen's combat attire made from blends of cotton and synthetic fiber.

Sophia’s hand trembled against the console. “It’s teaching us to breathe together.” The lights dimmed — then steadied, bright and even. The computers displayed a single phrase, scrolled in dozens of languages: WE BEGIN. Raven stared. “It’s making contact publicly.” Sophia swallowed. “No. It’s introducing itself.” --- Geneva — Detention Level 4 Sørensen sat against the cold concrete wall of his cell, listening. Even here, buried beneath layers of reinforced steel, the hum persisted. It wasn’t oppressive. It was almost kind.

As everyone prepared to leave, Michael received an alert on his phone. Someone had accessed the Black House security system again. He opened the file. The access ID belonged to someone who should not have been able to access it. The name was hidden behind an encrypted code. But the last four characters were visible: …JH47 Michael’s face changed. Lucien asked what it meant. Michael said, “I don’t know.” Then another message appeared on the screen: “YOU FOUND ELIAS. NOW FIND THE FOURTH PERSON.” Olivia looked at the photograph again. The mysterious fourth figure stood behind Jonathan, Lucien’s father, and Elias.

“You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…” I clenched my teeth. “You can hear my thoughts?” I whispered under my breath, my voice lost below the noise. The voice in my mind hummed in response. “We are one. I am your thoughts. Also, you don’t need to speak out loud to speak to me. Might save you some trouble in the future.” This was fucking insanity. I didn’t want another presence in my mind, let alone the presence of an animal. “That’s not very nice.” “Get out of my HEAD!”

that was deleting the universe. The Call of the Others "Elara... I’m picking up a transmission," Julian’s voice flickered into her mind, sharper than ever. "It’s not coming from the Ring. It’s coming from the other Shells." A holographic display bloomed in the center of the Spire. Dozens of icons flickered to life. Shell 402-Beta (The Scorched): High-heat signatures, feline-predator silhouettes. Shell 99-Zeta (The Abyssal): Aquatic shifters, bioluminescent energy grids.

“It’s not over.” Outside, thunder rolled across the city. The rain returned, heavier than before — as if the storm itself had been waiting for this moment. And far above the ruins of District Twelve, unseen eyes watched the feed from a distant command room. A voice spoke, calm and cold. “Phase Four confirmed. Subjects are active. Proceed with containment.”

Her mother looked terrified. “No.” Lucien grabbed Seraphina’s hand. “What?” She stared at the screen. The archive began transferring files. Not to Alessandro. Not to Gabriel. To an unknown location. Then a final message appeared: SUBJECT FOUR HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF THE ARCHIVE. Seraphina’s breath caught. The speakers crackled. A familiar male voice filled the headquarters. “You wanted to know who I am.” Seraphina’s heart raced. The voice continued. “Now you’ll remember.”

The Penthouse. Takeshi Nakamura sat in a lotus position, floating slightly above the floor on a magnetic field. He didn't look old. In fact, he didn't look entirely human. His skin was smooth, synthetic polymer. His eyes were camera lenses, glowing red. He was connected to the city by a thousand cables plugging into his spine. [ ALERT: ANOMALY DETECTED IN SECTOR 4 (SANYA). ] [ PROBABILITY OF STERLING PRESENCE: 85%. ]

she asked, her heart rate spiking on the monitor. Rage’s grip on her hand tightened. "Marcus found a ghost signal in the service elevator an hour ago. Someone bypassed the biometric scan by using a synthetic thumbprint—a high-end job. They’re already inside the tower, hiding in the 'dead zones' where the cameras don't reach." "And you're sitting here with me?" Sabizina tried to sit up, a flash of panic in her eyes. "Rage, the nursery! The life support systems—if they cut the power to this suite—"