Scp-528 Novels & Stories

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

It was the souls of my ancestors, the memories of the forest, the dreams of the Omegas—all reduced to flickering pulses of light in a jar. "This is it," I said, walking toward the center of the room where a massive, crystalline core was spinning. "This is where they're keeping her." "Kaima, look out!" A beam of blue light shot from the ceiling, slamming into the floor inches from my feet. I looked up to see Mr. Vane standing on a glass catwalk, his silver pocket watch open in his hand. He wasn't alone. Behind him stood a dozen security droids, their weapon-arms humming with lethal energy.

Rows of freezers hummed quietly under emergency power. Jack pulled on gloves. “You said they stashed evidence here?” “Biological backups. Tissue samples. Lab logs they couldn’t risk transmitting.” He opened the first drawer. A human hand floated in fluid, tagged *Test B-14: Noncompliant Male. Terminated.* He exhaled. “What exactly were you people making?” “Obedience.” Jack opened a second drawer. “This isn’t research. It’s a graveyard.” Vesper replied quietly, “And yet no one came looking until I escaped.”

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

Status: Active. Subject B (The Mind): Olivia [Redacted]. Status: Active. Subject C (The Shadow): [DATA CORRUPTED]. Status: ESCAPED. "Subject C?" Jack whispered. "There was a third one?" Catherine looked at the screen, her face pale. "Escaped? When?" The log scrolled to the bottom. Location of Subject C: Unknown. Warning: Subject C carries the instability marker. Do not engage. Jack tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. The victory of restarting the power felt hollow. They had just turned the lights on, only to reveal that there was another monster in the room with them. Or rather, out there in the dark.

Dylan knew something was wrong the moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. He had just stepped out of a shareholder video call when the device vibrated against his thigh with a ping that set his instincts on high alert. He pulled it out and saw a message—not from Rachel, not from Grace, and not from any of his staff. It was from one of his private surveillance agents positioned near the coffee shop. **“Unidentified female—possible supernatural. Engaged brief interaction with subject Dockham. Leaving scene now.”**

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

Berlin Safehouse – Control Room Evelyn stood over the bodies with clenched fists. Matteo’s voice buzzed in her ear. “She got in?” “She was let in,” Evelyn growled. “Someone on the inside looped the cameras and disabled the secondary locks.” “Casualties?” “Three dead. Two unconscious. Ana survived.” That name hit Matteo like a punch. “Ana Moreno?” “Yeah,” Evelyn said. “And here’s the kicker—Subject 08 didn’t touch her.”

“It was sealed in a secondary vault — hidden even from the mimic cluster.” Charlotte pulled her rifle. “Because Malcolm didn’t want it watched.” Julian frowned. “Why build something like that?” She glanced at him. “To hunt the others.” The trip to Zone Five was different from the rest. No bioluminescent membranes. No synthetic corridors. Just bare steel. A single hallway that narrowed the further they went. At the end, a door. Massive. Reinforced. Sophie’s voice came through the comm. “You’re two meters from the containment floor. Motion trackers confirm a single moving entity. No known profile match.”