Scp-713 Novels & Stories

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.”

said Thirteen. The division master’s gaze moved coldly toward Thirteen. “Superior Monster is the military intelligence division’s 3S agent. He might look gentle and harmless on the surface, but he can complete an S mission, which shows that his mind is very meticulous. How could he easily let a girl of unknown origin approach him?” Thirteen suddenly had a look of surprise in her eyes. “You have a point there, Division Master.” “Do a background check on Savannah Jones.” “Yes.”

"The 'Holding' protocol has expired. Repossessing raw materials." "Raw materials?" I yelled, the Red Blood surging back to life. I felt the violet spark Silas had left in me ignite, creating a strange, swirling energy that felt like a storm in my veins. "We aren't materials! We’re the ones who survived your 'Graveyard'!" The Null turned its green lens toward me. "Subject 01-A. Identified as: **High-Value Bio-Mass**. Synthesis of Red Blood detected. Recovery of the 'Prime Frequency' is mandatory."

"They're here to take me. Quietly. While the building is running a normal Wednesday afternoon and nobody is watching the basement." "Except Bryn," Soren says. "Except Bryn," I agree. Thalrion looks at the screen for one second. "Hold them at the door," he says into the comms. "Don't let them through. Don't tip Drev. I want to know if they communicate with anyone in the next sixty seconds." "Copy," Bryn says. Thalrion looks at me. "The ability," he says quietly. "I know," I say. "If they get anywhere near you..."

Randy’s throat felt like he’d swallowed a gallon of broken glass. The flickering violet light reflecting off the server-rack glass told him exactly how long he’d been hiding: too long. He gripped the heavy, dented iron pipe he’d scavenged, his knuckles bone-white. The silence of Sector 14 wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, expectant. The parasite knew where he was, and it was just waiting for him to blink. *Unit 7-B reporting. Intruder confirmed in maintenance access 4,* the synthetic, multi-layered voice broadcasted from the ceiling speakers. It wasn't just a recording; it was the Hive talking to itself, mapping Randy’s every move before he even made them.

The screen flashed red once, then blinked green. He descended six levels. The air changed. Sterile. Pressurized. The vault corridor looked like something out of a sci-fi prison. White lights. Steel doors. Retinal scanners. Silent as death. He found Vault 713—the one marked with the sigil Leandro had drawn in blood. He placed the chip Amara had smuggled in her bracelet into the reader. Click. The door hissed open. Inside? A single black case. He picked it up. And that’s when he heard the footsteps.

“Watch me.” My breath caught. God. Even now— even surrounded by secrets and fear— this man still looked at me like I was the center of his universe. His hand slid slowly down my waist. “You should rest.” “You keep saying that.” “Because you keep ignoring me.” I almost smiled. Almost. But then— the nursery monitor crackled suddenly. Both of us froze. Static filled the room for two seconds. Then— a voice whispered through the speaker. “Subject Thirteen remembered.” My blood turned to ice.

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.

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

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.