Scp-713 Novels & Stories

Then it happened really fast, too fast as Seraphina’s guards—genetically-enhanced operatives—pushed in like shadows. Gabriel threw the EMP. Jace activated the firewall disruptor. Bailey went for the servers. Then I ran after Seraphina. Through the vault. Past the hybrid embryos. Into the final chamber—a throne room made of screens. “You won’t hurt them,” I said, pointing my gun at the core vial labeled Chimera-7. Seraphina turned. “I won’t need to. They will choose me. Because I won’t make the same mistakes you did.”

Elias found the release panel, which was cunningly disguised as a service conduit access point, and slipped into the narrow, dark stairwell. The air in the stairwell was stale, carrying the metallic scent of ozone from the recent power surge. Elias descended swiftly, his movements silent, powered by the cold, clear terror of knowing that the Syndicate’s cleanup crew would be deployed within the hour. Protocol 7 was absolute: it meant every asset, every location, and every potential weakness linked to his persona, Elias Vance, would be eliminated or secured.

"The Arbiter should have caught this. The AI was programmed to detect any unauthorized physical or digital intrusion within seconds. Why didn't the alarm trigger at the source the moment the magnetic clamp made contact?" "Because," Elena whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled up the access log, "the parasitic device is using a signature that the Arbiter recognizes as 'Authorized'. It’s using a Vance-Vanderwall executive override code. A code that was supposed to have been purged during the merger. A code that shouldn't exist anymore."

- At the same time, inside Hayley's room. She still hadn't received any message from Kyle. A mechanical voice echoed through the room. "Subject 7913. Report to the conference hall immediately." A second later, the locked door slid open. A large group of researchers in white coats filed into the room and headed straight toward her. "Back off!" Hayley threw the blanket at them irritably. "I can walk by myself." Still wearing the same pale, weakened expression, she slowly climbed out of bed and swept a glance over the group.

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

A dangerous combination for any Alpha, let alone one who'd built his empire on emotional detachment. "She's magnificent," Nikolai murmured beside him, and Alexei couldn't disagree. The Council chamber buzzed with tension. Every major supernatural faction had sent representatives, Alphas from three continents, vampire lords centuries old, witch matriarchs who'd forgotten more magic than most would ever learn. And at the center of it all stood his mate, human by biology but commanding the room like she'd been born to it. The evidence Dimitri had extracted from Architect's files displayed on screens around the chamber. Facility locations. Genetic modification protocols. Deployment schedules for

she returned, shrugging in a matter-of-fact expression. Dennis seemed to think about the fact for some seconds, very concerned. Just then, his tablet buzzed and he groaned. "The team from the facility just confirmed that something was taken," he said. "Item 13." A picture of a large, black, seemly plastic containment box marked Item 13 on the side popped up on the screen alongside some strings of letters and numbers Megan couldn't interpret. "What is it exactly?" she asked. "Unfortunately, that information is above your clearance, Miss Months," he replied, "but what I can tell you is that Item 13 out of Olympus's hands is a very, very bad development." He groaned again.

With a grimace on his lips, the man smiled. “Underground. Beneath the main research facility. Sector 7. No map can contain it. “Understandably,” Marcus murmured. “Strongly, always Sector 7.”. "The labs were ruined," I stated. "I observed them burning.". "The man stated that not all of them were present, but the control room was concealed.". Shielded. Their actions were clear.' “And the signal?” I asked. “In there. In the core systems. The fail-safe is kept there. The command code. If they activate it, you will no longer be your own.'

“What research?” Victor continued. “Your father discovered that Sovereign couldn’t be controlled by force.” He paused. “It could only be transferred.” My stomach tightened. “Transferred to whom?” Victor looked directly at me. “You.” The screen went black. I stared at it. Then the emergency lights came back on. A loud alarm sounded. LEVEL SEVEN BREACH. Nadia cursed. “They’re there.” We ran. The elevator doors opened. The hallway beyond was filled with smoke. Bodies lay across the floor.

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”