Scp-747 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Subject designated for Memory Protocol 7 and civilian integration due to psychological instability concerns and Incident 17-B. *NOTE: Subject's genetic modifications remain active and transmissible to offspring. Monitoring to continue indefinitely. Re-acquisition may be necessary in future containment scenarios.* They didn't care if I had love or kids they wanted weapons. "Incident 17-B," I repeated aloud, searching the document for references to what this might have been. Several pages later, I found it, a heavily redacted entry with only fragments visible:

While there isn't much time left for this chat, I would appreciate it if you could give careful consideration to what I have to say. "Alright." _I am currently being held as a hostage by one of the individuals who are a part of Mamba. He is attempting to find a way to use my abilities in order to connect all of the children who were present during the experiment, and then he will bring them back to the laboratory after he has completed his mission. If you go back, there is a good probability that you will all be killed, but I know a method to make sure that they won't make you follow them this time so that you won't have to risk your lives. The vast majority of them have already started to s

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."

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

"Rosalia Weaver... Everyone said that the feared mob boss Jared Pierce loves you more than anything else. Clearly, that's just a joke! Do you know? I staged that kidnapping myself. This baby came at the wrong time... After getting poisoned, it wouldn't be a healthy baby even if it were born. All it took was a small trick, and he had already grown not to care for you. Soon enough, he'll divorce you and be mine completely!" Her words didn't anger me as I just looked at her calmly. "If you want that man, take him. I don't want him anymore." I closed my eyes, saying nothing more. Seeing how pitiful I looked, Melody must have decided I was no longer a threat. She didn't push further. And so, I wa

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.”

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!”