Scp-496 Novels & Stories

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.

"We’ve checked your apartment. There are no signs of forced entry. Doors and windows are intact. Inside, there are only your fingerprints and hair. No one else’s. "There are biological remains on the floor," he continued, "and they match what was found in Unit 703." "What does that mean?" "It means," Officer Cross said heavily, "Based on the surveillance footage and the evidence we currently have, the last person to have contact with the deceased, and the one who carried… body parts into a public area, was you."

The doctor and nurse stood quietly, watching us, not interrupting, but listening. “It seems you know this person, too,” the doctor said, her eyes looking at me. “Do you know what happened?” “She hasn’t told me everything,” I said. “And I don’t want to force her.” The doctor studied Daniela for a long second. “Who could do this to her that she is so terrified” “Mr. Fourth,” I said without thinking about what that name could do if the words get out The doctor’s brows drew together. “Do you mean Albert Fourth, owner of Nexuses?

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize. "That’s for Phuwin, you glowing bastard!" Somito roared, bringing the mace down again and again until the orange light flickered and died, leaving only a pile of cooling, amber slush on the floor. "You really need to work on your stealth, old man," Zilo said, rushing to the terminal and his fingers flying across the keys. "Okay, I’ve got the bypass. Cell 402. Restricted access. It says... 'Subject: Pilot. Status: Integration Complete.'"

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

Broken glass on the floor, files all wet with the water that has drained from a very large aquarium-like object that must have once been so big, it fit a full-grown human. Dr West was running like a crazy person from one end to the other, trying to find something which seemed important to him. "What are you waiting for you idiot? Sound the alarm! Subject 40 is gone!" He said breathing heavily whilst raising his arms in panic. Subject 40 was the lady that is being kept by the wolves I thought to myself, grinning at the thought that I was once again in luck. Chaos is what I need to bring Dr Write out of his office and closer to the exit door where I would easily force him to follow me.

I feel and hear footsteps moving but I don't follow them, I'm drowning inside a large aquarium that closed the alarm leaving me here. - Yellow alert and code red in effect (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) Contain the experiments. As a sign of resistance, kill, preserve the body to the maximum. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) The tenths must be brought in safely. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. - A distorted voice repeated in the speaker.

He located the origin of the scent immediately. It was coming from a small woman who stood in the doorway of a hidden room, blocking the entry. In front of her was a large man with shaggy blonde hair, clad only in dark jeans. He held her arms in a painful grip and pulled her forward so far, she was on her tiptoes. William’s nose instantly marked him for what he was. Werewolf.

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”