Scp-690 Novels & Stories

I ran for the door but stopped dead. Three Council guards stood in the hallway. And behind them, Dr. Helena Cross. "What's going on?" I demanded. "We received an energy spike alert. This entire building registered a Class Five surge." Dr. Cross looked past me at Lucia. "The battery is failing?" "It's overloaded. We need the trainers to drain it." "Sarah and Marcus left yesterday. Emergency in another territory." One guard stepped forward. "We're authorized to take the child into protective custody until the situation is stabilized."

"Then let me through the wall!" June grabbed the Assistants tie. She didn't use strength. She used her hunger. She began to pull his light into her silver eyes. "Wait! Wait!" the Assistant screamed. "The password isn't a word! It's a memory! It's the thing the Architect forgot!" He pressed a key on his keyboard. A small door opened in the center of the Assistants chest. Inside was a dusty photograph. June snatched it. It was a picture of a woman. She wasn't a computer program. She was holding a baby in a hospital. On the back it said: Property of Gregory University Medical Research—Project: Human Soul.

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

I recalled Dela Merced kissing me during the filming once again. I wasn't anticipating that move. I gave a headshake. "Fucker, go ahead and put the line down so I can go to the place and attach the bombs," I said. She simply nodded in agreement before the call was terminated. I stood up from my computer and printed the blueprint that Noella had given me. After tying my hair back, I entered my walk-in closet and activated my built-in vault by pressing a secret button. My hidden compartment became visible as the large picture in the center of it started to move. After having my finger print verified, I scanned it and opened the vault.

I turned, lying on my back as I tried to catch my breath to see who was behind me. Iris. She had a large syringe with residues of a purple substance in it. “What the fuck was that!” I coughed, struggling to get on my feet. “Thymerase-1068,” she said, almost purring at the name. “Microbots woven into a serum laced with your blood. They crawl through your veins, forcing every shattered cell to repair itself.” Her eyes gleamed with wicked pride. “It took me one thousand and sixty-eight failures to stabilize it. You’re the very first supernatural to get a dose that doesn’t melt your insides,” she gloated.

He thought of Probability Absorption and the synchronization at forty-eight percent, with the classification soon to become obsolete. He thought about Cassia's words. Change. He opened his hand. The probability core pulsed, gold at the edges, amber at the center, aligned with something inside him that awakened during the eleven seconds in Chamber Six. He closed his hand and walked on. ( Confirm ) At the sixth hour, Director Orath posted a brief notice on the east corridor board, sealed with the administrative stamp. It announced a formal classification review for a newly acquired unclassified artifact held by Student Kael Draven, Field Operative Class 2. All observations were due to the asse

His suggestion is perfect. ******************* UNKNOWN LABORATORY IN AMERICA Dr. Beloca has been expecting Simon and Cronus's calls all day, it made him feel frustrated and on edge. Especially Cronus. That damned animal. It has been a week now, but he has not given him the signal to attack Number 6. The animal told him that Number 6 has not gone back to his home since he arrived in the human world, instead, he lodged in a hotel that was closest to the company.

The strange symbol on the baby’s forehead had begun glowing. The underground chamber responded. Lights flickered on one by one. Then a screen appeared on the far wall. A single sentence appeared. TARGET ACQUIRED. Seraphina froze. Another line appeared. ORIGINAL TARGET: LUCIEN VIRELLI. Her heart dropped. Victor stared at the screen. “No…” A third line appeared. SECONDARY TARGET: SERAPHINA SERAEL VALE. Then another. TERTIARY TARGET: SUBJECT ZERO-D. Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

The siren echoed through the underground tunnel. Loud. Relentless. Terrifying. WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… WOOOOOOO… Nobody moved. Nobody spoke either. Because something about that sound felt wrong. Very wrong. Elliot stared at his tablet. Then looked again. Then looked a third time. “No.” Victor immediately turned. “What now?” Elliot looked pale. Really pale. “The facility is activating Protocol Zero.” He said.