Scp-565 Novels & Stories

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.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

I catch sight of Zane barking orders into a tablet, Lucien pouring over files with a grim expression, and Draven standing like a sentinel by the entrance to the server room. Where is Ifu? I reach my office and settle in, trying to focus on my work, but the air suddenly vibrates. Ding. The elevator doors slide open, and the silence is shattered. Detective Rowan Black steps out, flanked by a squad of armed tactical officers—none of them human. They are silver-clad, their weapons loaded with cold-iron cartridges. “Federal Bureau of Paranormal Investigation,” Black announces, his voice ringing through the office. “We have an order for the immediate seizure of all assets, digital and physical, pe

Ariana beside him. They entered. The chamber lights activated automatically. And then— they saw it. Not a body. Not a grave. Something worse. A preserved record. Glass enclosure. Inside— documents. Photographs. Medical reports. And one image placed at the center. A child. Young. No older than six. Standing rigidly in a clinical room. Eyes empty. Not emotionless. Conditioned. Victor stopped. Something in his chest tightened. Ariana felt it too. “This is the first attempt,” the Council woman said from behind them.

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

Keisha never believed it. She says he is still alive, living in this very mansion with his parents. She hasn't seen him since the accident two years ago, but was suddenly made to sign a strict non-disclosure agreement shortly after the accident. While they downsized many of their workers, she was assigned to prepare special meals for someone, someone who wasn't Dr. Mary or Gregory—after which she would return to her quarters and come back at specific times for subsequent meals or to clean specific places. She warned me never to breathe a word about it. But it couldn't be him. Kendrick never came to this part of the house. At least that's what I was told.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

I finished his sentence for him. Trav let out a breath. "Bring Dad." After Sara had taken some time to get settled in her new position, she finally began her search for Alpha Vic's minions that had done the dirty work for him while he was in the board meeting with Trav and my dad. It hadn't taken long. She'd only started searching the prior day. I mean, it couldn't be too hard when you had an alpha aura.

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

I prompted. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand, a rare display of vulnerability from my usually unflappable head of security. “Another six members of staff in Dr. Thornwood’s care,” he said, his gravel voice even rougher than usual. “All showing the same symptoms, vacant eyes, synchronised movements, references to ‘the Voice’.’” “Another six?” The words emerged sharper than I’d intended. “That makes fifteen total now.” Dominic nodded grimly. “Fifteen confirmed, though we’re still conducting screenings. It seems to be concentrated in the eastern wing staff, particularly those with access to the kitchens or the Queen‘s personal quarters.”