Scp-565 Novels & Stories

“Dorm 09… officially offline.” But just as relief started to settle in, a faint hum began again deeper, almost subterranean. Nora froze. “Wait. Do you hear that?” Adam frowned. “What now?” Lola’s eyes snapped open again only this time, they weren’t blue. They were dark. Endless. And from the cracked remains of the core, a single voice whispered: “Phase Five: Global Activation.” The lights flickered.

he signals Frank, sending another drone to inspect the dead. “D-55, this is H-6. We’ve arrested five assailants and eliminated ten. Status?” The silence allows H-6’s nerves to calm down, adrenaline seeps away while the hum of the daily rainstorm outside patters upon the ship’s frame. He hears the echo of voices from behind the walls, he can’t decide if it’s his helmet’s enhancements or his own hearing that picks it up. The ammo in his peacekeeper is still optimal, so he does another scan of the room. Then he sees a man emerging from the processing floor. His hands are raised and behind him is a slew of nearly a dozen more, all dressed in decrepit stained clothing that appeared to be a strang

“But you’re going to find out anyway, so here it is: They declared you a Level 5 Threat.” Elena’s blood went cold. “What?” “Level 5 Threat to the masquerade. They’re saying the power you used at Verdant Sanctuary was visible to security cameras. That human emergency responders showed up. That you nearly exposed the supernatural world.” “That’s bullshit. We were underground—” “The explosion went up three floors. Blew out windows. Security footage shows—” He stopped, jaw tight. “Shows silver light. A lot of it. And the building collapsing.”

[Scene 6: Suspense] We pulled apart as a low-frequency hum vibrated through the concrete slab. One of the obsidian ships had entered the harbor, its bow cutting through the water with terrifying precision. A single beam of black light—a negative-spectrum laser—shot out from the ship, scanning the ruins of the mansion. It stopped on us. "They’ve locked onto the somatic signature," Dante muttered, his hand going to the master drive still embedded in my wrist. "They aren't sending a diplomat, Ivy. They're sending a Retrieval Unit."

Her silence said I wasn’t wrong. I handed her another page. An image. A freeze-frame from an internal Biotek feed. Her hands shook. “They had video?” “Yes. That’s how they knew. That’s how they saw his eyes.” Sophia closed her eyes. “This is sick.” “They think it’s science.” “They’re monsters.” I didn’t disagree. “And what’s the plan now?” she asked. “Get in. Shut down CAVERN ZERO. Destroy the master database. Then track every high-value operative tied to the AJ-series. One by one.”

The rest of the messages seemed to be about menial stuff, and I exited out of it, scrolling through the rest of the messages and information. I'm finally able to read the notes that two of the employees that take part in the Testing in Main City, reading through the strange abbreviations and terms I don't understand. Through context, I'm able to see that it was in fact Celia that they're observing, subject #C555. She's going through all the tests with flying colors. I freeze as I read the next paragraph. "...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up."

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

By sunrise, Serena was perched on her apartment rooftop, legs crossed, sketchpad in hand, gazing out at the skyline. But she wasn't drawing; she was waiting. Sure enough, Damien appeared just before eight. He looked worn out, hollow. Dust coated his black coat as if he had walked through something burning. She remained silent until he sat down across from her. "What the hell is Phase Five?" she demanded. Damien met her eyes. "It's what happens when control fails. When the subject deviates beyond recovery. It's the nuclear option." "They're coming after me?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

ELEVATOR SHAFTS UNLOCKED. ​"The alarm isn't a containment failure," Vivian whispered, her blue eyes narrowing as she skimmed the scrolling lines of security code on the terminal screen. Her golden finger memories from her previous life instantly flared into focus. "It’s an asset extraction protocol. The Inner Council’s Enforcement Division just issued an emergency seizure order for Dr. Evelyn Cross’s research logs."

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."