Scp-565 Novels & Stories

she whispered, though she didn't move. ​"Focus, Voss," he murmured. "We have thirty-eight minutes." ​The elevator doors opened on the sixth floor to a world of grey institutional carpet and the hum of server racks. They found Room 614. It was an anonymous access room, a space of pure function. Scarlett sat at the terminal, her fingers flying across the keys with a surgical precision that made Xavier watch her with a dark, appreciative intensity. ​"Margot’s backdoor is holding," she said, her eyes reflecting the blue light of the monitor. "Section five is opening... now."

“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—

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

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

Then a new notification blared through the penthouse speaker system, an automated voice, flat and completely mechanical, echoing off the high ceilings. ALERT: EMERGENCY FORENSIC AUDIT REQUEST RECEIVED FROM JULIAN STERLING. AUTHORITY LEVEL: VICE CHAIRMAN. TARGET: FULL BIOMETRIC ACCESS RECORD FOR EXECUTIVE RESIDENTIAL UNIT 1A. AUDIT TEAM ARRIVAL CONFIRMED: 06:00 HOURS. Zariel's entire body went cold, a numbness spreading from her fingers to her toes. Six in the morning. He wasn't waiting nine hours. He had moved the timeline up, catching them completely unprepared in the middle of the night.

"No, no, no! You can't take him away! He's our son!" The Synod Agent's expression remained impassive. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Your son's QTS results indicate an NX-5 classification. He has been designated as government property, effective immediately." The woman's cries grew louder, her body shaking uncontrollably. The man's face was ashen, his eyes vacant. I felt a chill run down my spine. NX-5 – the highest level of Neuroxine enhancement. I'd heard rumors of what happened to those classified as NX-5.

Paris/Geneva/CapeTown and my heart sank. Inside was a contract list tied to off-book deals and aggressive takeovers. But beneath that… was a subfolder. One Edward was never intended to be found, and it was labeled simply: Contingencies. I clicked it, and it opened to reveal a chilling P*F titled: Level Five Protocol – Risk Eliminations. My throat went dry at the sight of this; these weren't business rivals. They were people... humans. It contained a list of names, dates, locations — and worst of all, outcomes. All marked Neutralized, except for one, which was circled in red:

"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."

Even though I am sure that I would do the same if I were in his situation, we have to stop her. Matthew made her sleep. He took Sophia to the room and asked the staff to watch over her. After that, we went to a room to prepare the future plan. "They are not at his house," Noella informed us as she showed us the footage. "They may be somewhere, and Cjay is a captive there," Shiela commented. "That's for sure." Noella, check out all the old buildings surrounding the area. "They may be hiding there now." Aycxe ordered that Noella do it quickly.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.