Scp-638 Novels & Stories

Detroit said, not looking back, “continue observation on Subject Eight. Begin Phase Three when I authorize it. And make sure the neural restraints are reinforced. I don’t want a repeat of last month.” “Yes, sir,” the doctor said quickly, already typing on her pad. Silver would like to know Mia’s fate, but she knew better than poking her nose into everything. She hated people who don't mind their business either. They moved on from the chamber, their reflections gliding across the mirrored glass as they walked deeper into the heart of the facility. The deeper they went, the quieter it became…until even their footsteps was swallowed by the silence. They reached another door at the end of the c

Petra smiled at this and reassured her, "Ma’am, you’d be surprised, but Uncle Seth never ordered anyone to delete your retina scans and aura signature from the system. He strictly prohibited it, saying he knew you’d come back one day." Suzan’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened into a smile. "He sure has a strong intuition," she murmured. As Petra and Zack, carrying the unconscious mother and child, entered the infirmary, Suzan stood in front of the headquarters, memories flooding her mind. Her eyes shone as she touched the biometric system, nostalgically scanning her retina just like the old days. The system beeped, recognizing her identity, and allowed her entry. She knew this access

He hesitated. "What about 6-A?" Dimitri demanded. "She's targeting something different. Not supernatural leadership... human leadership. Specifically, the UN Security Council members who are aware of supernatural existence. The goal is to eliminate anyone who could negotiate peace between humans and supernaturals. Force both sides into war." The implications crashed over Anya. "When?" "Coordinated strikes in ten days. During the full moon, when supernatural powers are at peak but also most visible to human observation. The attacks will be filmed, broadcast, used as proof that supernatural are too dangerous to coexist with humanity."

Alex and Mr. Knight was going to get the rest of the group home while Gabriel, Neo, Erica, and I headed for the station. Gabriel was not going to come inside with us, though. It was decided that it’s best he stay away from her. When we got to the station house, we were told that Crystal was staying overnight in a holding cell, and it would be decided the following day where she would be transferred to. They were only expecting Neo to visit and had to make a call to get permission for Erica and I. Once permission was granted, we were led to a visitation room. When Crystal was brought out, she looked terrible! I couldn’t help but pity her. But that soon disappeared when she started talking. “W

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

"Intent surge in the eastern districts. Massive manifestation event, at least fifty new anomaly signatures." "Fifty?" That was unprecedented even with the riot-fed surge. "The feedback loop is accelerating faster than projected. We have days, not weeks, until critical mass." He stood. "Which means we need to accelerate the integration program. Starting now." "What do you mean?" "I mean, I need to know if you're truly committed to helping or if you're waiting for the perfect moment to betray me." He pulled up a file, a civilian woman, mid-thirties, showing early signs of anomaly corruption. "Subject 61. Volunteer. Early-stage Grief Weaver infection, estimated three days until complete consump

Horror. “Which one are you?” Both answered: “Your father.” She began crying. Exactly the disaster. Elena looked toward the suitcase. “Nora!” No answer. Claire shouted: “Stop the attachments!” Nothing. Then Window stepped forward. She closed her eyes. Her voice changed. Not possessed. Remembering. “I know the command.” Claire stared. “What command?” “One of my six sources knew Domain Zero protocol.” “Window, you don't have to—” “I know.”

On her tablet, a single red dot appeared. "Robbin," Liam whispered, his voice cracking. "They’re inside. I don’t know how, but they bypassed the biometric locks on the terrace. It’s one of them. One of the Six." The enforcer was known in the Jaguar files only as The Wraith. A former deep-cover operative whose specialty was "voluntary disappearances," he didn't use a gun; he used a pressurized needle and a garrotte. He was a shadow given form.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

But Spider moved like shadow between shadows. She wore a cleaning uniform and an accent thick enough to fool the guards. The cameras never saw her slip that flash drive into the central system. Never noticed the scentless gas she left in the vents—slow-acting, memory-clouding. By midnight, she was in the vault. Files. Names. Photos. Children. She didn’t flinch. Until she saw a photo labeled: “Athens Holding. Cassiopeia Blackwood . Priority Leverage.” Her blood ran cold.