Scp-732 Novels & Stories

Her insistence on poking at the past had woken a sleeping monster. The Reaper’s eyes opened. They were not the eyes of a monster. They were the eyes of a confused young man. They were a pale, washed-out blue, and they blinked slowly, unseeingly at the ceiling. He took a slow, shuddering breath, the first one on his own in over a hundred years. He didn't look like a mindless killing machine. He looked lost. The electronic voice spoke again from the central machine. "Revival sequence complete. Unit Gamma-Seven, online. Primary directive: Await orders."

Elena looked back at the photograph. “Then you've been connected to this since childhood.” “I told you I didn't remember.” “I believe you.” That seemed to surprise him. Elena stepped closer. “But someone wanted you to forget.” A metallic sound echoed behind them. Click. Everyone turned. The duplicates had moved. They were standing in formation. Not attacking. Waiting. The first duplicate spoke. “Subject Seven has recovered.” Adrian's eyes narrowed. “Subject Seven?” The duplicate looked directly at him. “You.” Adrian stepped forward.

Ariana Vale. Mason Hale. The image glitched. And over it, text began to type itself across the screen. SUBJECT A: SUCCESSFUL INTEGRATION. SUBJECT B: DORMANT PROTOCOL ACTIVE. Ariana’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. “What does that mean?” she asked. No one answered. The video shifted again. This time it wasn’t a hospital. It was concrete. Steel walls. A circular chamber underground. Facility Seven.

“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.

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.

he murmured. I settled back into my seat, but my mind was racing. I needed to confront that parasite—a boy who’d demanded sex and my personal belongings while offering nothing in return. And now he has moved on? No wonder he hadn’t bothered to call. The realization hit me, and I gasped softly. My eyes kept darting toward them, cringing with a fresh wave of horror each time. “Is everything alright?” Brucha asked, likely noticing my panicked expression. “Not really,” I said, forcing a cheerful tone to avoid a scene.

"It is understanding." His eyes settled on Captain Mira. "Report." Captain Mira activated the holographic projector. The ruined district appeared above the table. "Our initial mission was civilian extraction." She highlighted several locations. "Objective completed successfully." The map shifted. "At approximately 0200 hours, Squad Seven encountered an unidentified ancient vampire." Another image appeared. A rough sketch based on eyewitness reports. Black coat. Long dark hair. Distinctive crimson eyes. No name accompanied the drawing. Commander Aldren folded his arms. "Continue."

I scrambled, ripping the fabric, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Bianca! Run!" Dante tried to stand, but the sand gave way beneath him. A third harpoon thudded into the dune behind him. Then a fourth. They weren't aiming to kill. They were building a cage. "Subject 402 and 403 identified," a voice boomed from the lead ship. It wasn't an AI. It was a man. A human voice, filled with a decade of accumulated hate. "Deploy the Neutralization Gas. We want the Butcher alive for the trial."

"You know what, Marcel? I've decided to make peace with you. I won't cause Mom and Dad any more trouble because of this." "Sure," I answered lightly. He continued, "To show you my sincerity, I'd like to give you a gift. Stay right here for a moment. I'll be right back. Don't move around, okay?" I nodded again and stood still, waiting for him, just as he wanted. When I saw Henry enter the small surveillance room connected to the swimming pool, I couldn't help but smile. I knew he wouldn't disappoint me—he was planning to kill me. A few minutes later, he returned empty-handed. I pretended not to know anything, saving him from any questions.

"Bypass authorization. Terminate both targets." Nora’s real eye suddenly locked onto mine with a fierce, terrifying clarity. The milkiness vanished for a split second, replaced by the sharp, desperate intelligence of the woman who had protected me for two decades. She reached out with her mechanical hand, her fingers clamping around my bloody shoulder. She didn't squeeze. She pulled me close, her synthetic lips moving as she forced a fractured, high-speed whisper through the static of her vocoder. "Run... underground labs... Section Seven... the child... the child lives, Elena..."