Scp-732 Novels & Stories

Elias lifted his head— and saw Kass typing rapidly at a console. “What are you doing?!” Alexander shouted. Kass smiled coldly. “Ending this chapter.” She pressed the final key. A deep alarm shook the chamber. CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: SELF-PURGE INITIATED. Alexander’s eyes widened. “Oh no. NO—NO—LENA, GET UP—WE HAVE TO MOVE—” Sable’s voice crackled over the intercom from somewhere above. “Alex! Elias! The entire level is about to detonate! They’re purging Sub-Level Seven!”

I really wanted to stay with our kids, but stopping this new threat was a main priority now. Sophia looked thoughtful, then pointed to a specific configuration near the edge of her pattern. "Here. Where Mommy and Daddy are going. The biggest door is almost open." Her finger moved to another section. "And here. Close to us. The crying man sent shadows to find me." Alex went alert, and I gasped, grabbing Liam's arm. Reid looked around before grabbing her communication device. She meant business and also promised me in my office that she would protect us all with her life if it came down to it. Her apologies for my younger years were an everyday thing. She always felt bad that she didn't stop t

"I estimate about twenty or so. Mostly new wolves, but there are a few older ones in the group, as well. Amber tried to get Lycaon to recruit the pack she was in initially, but he had them destroyed." Sekhmet gave a pained look to the room's other occupants before admitting, "I've been a spy for the committee for a long time. We've been watching the situation between Lilith and Lycaon with growing suspicion. That's how I knew what happened in Lycaon's chambers. Anyway, they gave Empusa and I a little magic to hide our scent. I was able to get quite close on my way here," he explained. William gave him a look of surprise, then nodded absently. "Which is why I couldn't smell you," he concluded

His expression is calm, almost disappointed, like I've confirmed something he expected. "Subject Seven," he says, consulting a tablet. "I thought you might be the first to attempt to escape during a security breach. Your psychological profile indicated elevated resourcefulness and risk tolerance." Subject Seven. Not even my name anymore, just a number in his research. "Let me go," I say, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "You have no right to hold me here." "On the contrary, I have every right. And unfortunately, your escape attempt demonstrates exactly why high-security containment is necessary for dimensionally affected individuals."

The Spire’s core was just ahead, a pulsating, white-gold heart that radiated a frequency so powerful it made my teeth rattle in my skull. I reached the maintenance hatch—a circular plate of reinforced obsidian. It was locked with a biometric seal. "Vessel 002 detected," a cold, feminine voice echoed in the pipe. "Identity: Zora Vane. Status: Rogue. Biological purge initiated." The liquid around me began to boil.

he bowed and left. I fixed the ear pod, colour drained from my face immediately the screen lit up, A whimpering Cassie was tied to a chair, blindfolded, with a gun pointing directly at her forehead. “Scroll up doll” a cold voice spoke from the pods, my heart sank deeper into my chest, tears poked my eyes. I pushed it back, with a swipe I scrolled, my heart began racing widely, it was the matron, a red dot was pointed straight at her forehead, a sniper.

Mara raised the view. “Is that it?” Eva didn't answer. Instead, she saw the ceiling. Everybody heard it. Steps. Up. Several. Slow down. Hard. Not the bald man. Not water. People. Then a voice from the bunker's loudspeaker. Old. Distorted. Male. “Station North at Marea headquarters. The subject has separated the bond. Protocol 7 activate. Secure target person.’ Eva's got a big deal. She whispered: “Oh no.” Mara got up.

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."

When there is enough distance between us, they bow together as if they are paying a respect to me. "Good evening, milady, the Alpha needs you now," they said seriously but the respect in their voices was evident. Who's Alpha? Is he the one who kidnapped me and what does he need? The two women came to me at the same time and helped me to stand up even though I didn't agree. I don't think they cared if I agreed or not, they really just let me know that whoever that Alpha was needed me.

The absorbed functions kept my consciousness active constantly, processing scenarios and calculating probabilities. Amon found me there, still awake. He'd stopped trying to reach whatever remained of Camryn and started treating me like a tactical asset. Smart. Efficient. I would have made the same choice. "You felt it," he said. "Class S entity, manifested in sector seven. It's pulling Intent from approximately forty thousand people simultaneously." I pulled up surveillance feeds showing the area. "The game designated it as a Recursion Anomaly." "What does that mean?"