Scp-672 Novels & Stories

Seriously, this room looks like an expensive room in a Five Star Hotel in Paris, France! My amazement and awe instantly faded away as I realized that someone abducted me and brought me to this room. Who could it be? I haven't received any threats on my life and one thing, I don't have that much money if it's a kidnap for ransom! My chest filled with panic when the double doors suddenly opened and two women in maid uniforms entered. I lifted the white duvet as if it could protect me from the two women approaching me. Their faces are sporting a blank expression, they step slowly and together as if they have practiced every move. When there is enough distance between us, they bow together as if

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

Scott said as the two of them continued to take the stairs as fast as possible, praying they didn’t run into any more Vampires until they reached the top floor. “All right,” Jo said, seeing no problem with it now. It wasn’t like they could do anything more to alert the Vampires of their presence. Obviously, they already knew that they’d been infiltrated. Over her IAC, Jo saw that Scott was trying to contact his dad. Nothing was happening, though. It seemed like Jamie’s IAC was either completely off or had been removed from his eye, a ghastly process Jo didn’t wish on anyone, especially if it was being done by a Vampire who wouldn’t be gentle. “He’s not answering,” Scott said, his voice showi

he countered. “He’s what’s wrong with me,” I huffed, leaning against the lockers. “He’s not making you do anything you don’t want to, right?” he asked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Look, Ellie, I have no problem with this, as you know, but I know that Six is dangerous. I’d prefer it if you’d at least tell me that you are safe. I was worried sick yesterday,” he admitted, the sadness evident in his voice.

One spoke into a radio, voice hushed. "Asset secured in Lab Six. Beginning final prep." The mate bond tugged sharply at the words. Lab Six. East wing, according to the blueprints. I waited until their steps faded before moving on. The tunnel opened into a maintenance hub—pipes spider-webbing across the ceiling, control panels blinking lazily. A desk sat abandoned, papers scattered across its surface. Most were standard logs, but one caught my eye. A security report, dated three weeks ago. Right before we'd encountered Angela in the woods.

“I told you… just ten seconds, Mavric. I… I was counting every single one.” The Metropolitan Police Service and MI6 counter-terrorism units finally secured full control of the abbey. Lucas Thorne and Sebastian Vane were handcuffed and dragged away. As Lucas was led past Mavric and Liora, he paused for a moment, his face a picture of utter defeat and ruin. “This isn’t over yet, Mavric,” he rasped in a broken voice. “The secrets of the Scorpion project aren’t kept only here in this church. There is a facility in Zurich… a facility managed by your other mother.”

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.

The audio continued to play, the static clearing to reveal an older, archived recording —a conversation dated exactly six months ago, the very night I escaped the Thorne Tower. Voice of Victoria Vance: The transfer is complete, Zero. The Level 5 security bypass codes for the Thorne penthouse have been uploaded to your server. Disable the cameras for ninety seconds. Let the girl out, make sure she thinks she’s escaping on her own, and feed her the data on my syndicate. We need her to turn into a weapon that destroys Malakai from the inside. Voice of Zero: Understood, Ms. Vance. The asset will be extracted tonight.

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.