Scp-732 Novels & Stories

Crushed it with hands that carried quantum energy I had stopped trying to suppress. "Now," I said. "You are going to take us to your son. You are going to watch as we access the failsafe. You are going to witness what happens when mother chooses conscience over protecting child who became monster." "I will not—" Subject Seven phase-shifted behind her. Placed hands on her temples. Quantum energy flowing between them.

"I thought we were going to be the ones walking out of this. You always were the optimist, Pim. That’s why you’re the one who usually ends up bleeding." "I'm the one who ends up living," Pim snapped, lunging toward the server’s primary cooling vent. "Focus on the bypass. Now!" The doors to the study groaned as a heavy hydraulic ram slammed against the frame. Outside, the muffled, robotic voice of a team leader echoed through the corridor, devoid of human inflection. "Target acquisition confirmed. Initiate breach. Eliminate assets. Protocol 7-Beta in effect." "Protocol 7-Beta," Chalida hissed, her eyes widening. "That’s a scorched-earth directive. They aren't even going to try to capture us f

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

“And what will they do when they cannot?” I laughed, and I felt like it was real for the first time in days. “Then they will see how it feels to be scared.” Way up above the forest, in the Council ship, was a new voice in the clamor of command. “All hunters, pull back. Subject 7 is unstable.” Another voice whispered, “She’s getting accustomed too fast." A black screen made out a figure upon it, tall, female, with eyes that glowed violet rather than gold. ‘Order the Reclaimers,” she said, in a voice of ice upon steel.

“They didn’t destroy the prototypes. They stored them.” “And fed on them,” a new voice said behind them. Evryn spun. Someone had joined them on the lift. A tall, pale figure in a technician’s coat, eyes glowing with a dull amber light. But it wasn’t human. Not anymore. “I’m Iteration 07. They left me awake,” it said. Evryn narrowed her eyes. “Why?” “Because I remembered too much,” 07 said quietly. “And now, so will you.” Suddenly, the lift jerked to a stop. The platform doors slid open, revealing a spherical chamber filled with floating data glyphs, all spiraling around a monolithic core. It pulsed slowly, like a sleeping heart.

"Feeling things is what makes me reliable. I won't let another child suffer because of Project Seventh. Tell me where she is." Wraith's hand shook violently, gun barrel pressed against her temple, finger on the trigger. Dimitri calculated angles, could he disarm her before she fired? Sixty percent chance. Not good enough. "Site Seven, outside Denver," Wraith whispered. "Her designation is Subject 3-A. They call her Ana. She has my eyes." A tear tracked down her face. "Promise me. Promise me she'll know I tried to save her." "I promise," Anya said. "Now put down the gun."

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

The vibration hit my throne like a kinetic strike, rattling the copper sutures in my chest. "Mommy?" Leo’s voice was a fragile thread. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his small shoulders hunched inside his shredded peacoat. He wasn't looking at the Unlearned stacking the stones. He was looking at the ceiling speakers. The high-frequency hum of the city's grid suddenly died, replaced by a tonal resonance that tasted of liquid nitrogen and clinical erasure. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN.]

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.

--- She would investigate Victor personally. And if he proved dangerous... There would be consequences. --- Back at Blackwell Holdings... Marcus Hale entered Adrian's office carrying another file. --- "New information." --- Adrian accepted it. --- Several photographs appeared. Shipping containers. Harbor warehouses. Financial transfers. The serpent symbol. --- And one name. --- Daniel Mercer. --- Adrian's eyes sharpened instantly. --- "Interesting." --- Marcus nodded. --- "Our people found references connecting Mercer to the underground facility beneath Factory Seven." ---