Scp-747 Novels & Stories

"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

" My stomach sank as a stone. The fire wall of the Archive flared up all of a sudden. We all turned about and looked at it. One symbol floated in the air….red, keen and throbbing like a wound. Wolf eye. Tyra swore to herself. They already are spying on us. The voice was distorted and was echoing in the room. Robotic and strata. Two or more persons talking simultaneously. The presence of subject seven has been detected. Integrity of code has been lost. Starting of reset scan. My heart hammered on my throat. "Is that the Council?" I asked. "Only their voice feed," Tyra grumbled. They have not got soldiers out yet. However, they will. Again the voice: Secondary unit Echo 7: in the field. Confli

“Where are you?” “On the stairs!” I pushed the heavy door open with more effort than necessary. “Xavier, she’s not just fighting. She’s… calling something. And that something is not from this world. And whatever she is doing… this place is going to collapse on our heads.” “Get out of the building.” His voice was no longer calm. It was command. Raw Alpha. I took the steps two at a time, heart pounding as the air grew colder with every floor I descended.

Scarlet informed Lucas and the remaining members of the Apocalyptic Legion via telepathy. Lucas came toward the cave and after arriving at the cave, the other members of the Apocalyptic Legion arrived outside of the cave as well. Hence, they all went in together. In no time, Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion came to the side of Scarlet. “Master, this is the Rank 7 Celestial Honorable Ranked Female Zombies. A Celestial Honorable Ranked Zombie had long ago looked just like a human.”

"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

A dangerous combination for any Alpha, let alone one who'd built his empire on emotional detachment. "She's magnificent," Nikolai murmured beside him, and Alexei couldn't disagree. The Council chamber buzzed with tension. Every major supernatural faction had sent representatives, Alphas from three continents, vampire lords centuries old, witch matriarchs who'd forgotten more magic than most would ever learn. And at the center of it all stood his mate, human by biology but commanding the room like she'd been born to it. The evidence Dimitri had extracted from Architect's files displayed on screens around the chamber. Facility locations. Genetic modification protocols. Deployment schedules for

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~