Scp-732 Novels & Stories

“Do you have visuals? We’ve lost your feed.” Chaewon coughed. “She’s alive. Barely.” “Extraction team’s ten minutes out. Are you secure?” Han asked. “No,” she said. “But I’m done running.” Haon paced across the concrete floor, his voice tight with frustration. “She should be dead… Period.” “She’s the last known link to Clone 73,” Han added. “You really want to let the architect of the Red Web nap in our own bunker?” Chaewon looked up from the encrypted tablet. “She’s not the architect anymore.”

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

she rasped, her voice sounding like two stones grinding together. ​She wasn't alone. Standing over her was a man in a dark tactical bodysuit, his face obscured by a high-tech visor. He didn't have a family insignia, but I recognized the gear. The Scourge. The man didn't even look at me. He was reaching for a heavy, pneumatic injector on his belt. "Subject 07 is entering a terminal flare," he said into his comms. "Requesting immediate extraction and sedation. The project is unstable." ​The coldness of it, the way they spoke about children as if they were faulty machinery, sent a wave of white-hot fury through my veins.

"Or he doesn't know. Either way, one of them woke up three weeks ago. Broke out of its pod. Killed four guards. Escaped into the wilderness." My legs feel weak. I sit down hard. "Which one?" "Number Seven. Female. Approximately seventeen years old in appearance." Zara pulls out a tablet, showing me security footage. A pod shattered from the inside. Blue liquid everywhere. And in the corner, a figure moving with inhuman speed. "She's hunting." "Hunting what?" "Humans." Zara swipes through more images. News reports. Missing persons. Bodies found torn apart in ways that don't match any known animal. "She's been killing in nearby cities. Small towns. Picking off isolated victims. Learning. Adapt

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”

The entire hospital shook violently. The walls twisted and warped like melting wax. X-7492 let out an inhuman scream as his tentacles thrashed everywhere. "No! You can't do this! I was so close to—" His voice cut out. His body started breaking apart like sand in the wind. [System Notification: Abnormal data detected. Clearing...] [Clearance complete.] As X-7492 disappeared, the hospital slowly returned to its ruined state. Dr. Quinn's figure began turning transparent.

Her eyes were cold, diamond-blue mirrors. She looked exactly like the Grace Sterling on the billboards. But she was holding a heavy, black-iron scepter that pulsed with a rhythmic, blue light. "The Ninety-Day Clause is officially over," the woman said. Her voice was a perfect, high-fidelity replica of my own. She pointed the scepter at Ethan. "Unit 7," she commanded. "Initialize the Scorched Earth Protocol. Eliminate the corrupted hardware." Ethan stood up. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at the baby.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

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