Scp-713 Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

They can come back doing the same. - I came to notify that we managed to resurrect one of the invaders - I stop walking and look at him. - As part of blue protocol, we managed to treat one of the enemies that was cruelly knocked down and sent him to HQ to be interrogated. In the west zone there are three more being taken care of to forward to you. - Well, great news. You can take care of those for me in the meantime. - I say and he nods. Apparently Alison's name isn't Alison, or at least her codename is Seventh. Why that is or what it means I will have to find out, as well as where it comes from. For her to make a bunch of loners and vampires invade my lands something important must be or ha

"You're exploiting it. And now it's grown too powerful for you to control." The entity pulsed violently, and a crack appeared in the reinforced glass of the observation window. "Evacuation protocol initiated," announced an automated voice over the facility's speakers. "All personnel proceed to designated safety zones immediately." "We need to leave," Alex urged, already moving toward the exit. Reid blocked our path, her professional facade crumbling. "You're not going anywhere. Not with what you've remembered. And certainly not with the child. Chen, secure the infant." Liam growled, his eyes flashing gold as he backed away, Sophia clutched protectively against him. "Touch my daughter and die

But when Yvette looked in the cradle—it wasn’t her. It was a mirror. And in it, Elias smiled. --- Determined to find Tristan, Yvette broke into one of Elise’s last vaults beneath the study—one she had never dared open before. Inside: journals. Maps. Photos. But one file caught her breath. Project EVE-7 Yvette flipped it open. “Subject developed accelerated neural patterning after exposure to whisper stimuli. No parental record. No soulprint match. Pure vessel integrity maintained. Watch for residual anomalies.” And attached…

Outside the safehouse, a shadow lingered in the alley across the street, eyes fixed on Serena’s window as the light inside flickered off. He raised a communicator to his lips. “Target has read the letter. Project Harbinger is compromised.” A pause. “Initiate Phase Seven.”

I say quietly. His gaze flicks to me. “So you know her name.” I don’t answer, I don’t have to. The man gestures toward a table littered with old terminals. “They said the fire killed everyone inside but I saw the extraction logs. I was ordered to shut down external feeds, thats how I know the fire wasn’t an accident.” My heartbeat slows. “Go on.” “They initiated something called Protocol 7A. It wasn’t evacuation, it was extraction. One subject removed under high security clearance. Name: Elia.”

Her heart punched through her ribs as she spotted the door marked “PROTOTYPE STABILIZATION UNIT.” Inside: rows of pods. Children. Some unconscious. Some crying. And Seventeen, limp in the corner, his hands chained in silver cuffs. “No,” she whispered, running to him. His eyes fluttered open. “Didn’t think… you’d come…” “I never stopped,” she said, breaking the cuffs with a snarl. The moment her fingers touched his, his body convulsed. Another signal. Another trigger. The Circle was trying to reclaim him. But this time, she was ready.

She’d decided in the gym that she would get proof from the source. Now, in the quiet, another part of her replayed older scenes: the back room of a cheap club, drugged air in her lungs, someone’s hand on the back of her neck, shoving her forward. Papers she hadn’t been allowed to read. A pinprick at her finger. A number replacing her name. “SIREN‑7,” a voice had said. “Asset acquired.” The first time she’d heard the name “Mother,” it had been a whisper in a steel corridor. Half fear, half worship.

A central console hummed with quiet authority. “This is where we monitor and direct all Acheron‑related processes,” she said. “Phase III is currently in staging mode only. No live subjects on this level. All human interfaces are still siloed in Lab 7.” My skin prickled. Lab 7. Twelve pods in a room I hadn’t seen yet, but already hated. “And root access?” I asked, feigning consultant curiosity. “Tier‑0 command line?” Anya hesitated, glancing at Alexander.