Scp-786 Novels & Stories

"I thought we were going to be the ones walking out of this. You always were the optimist, Pim. That’s why you’re the one who usually ends up bleeding." "I'm the one who ends up living," Pim snapped, lunging toward the server’s primary cooling vent. "Focus on the bypass. Now!" The doors to the study groaned as a heavy hydraulic ram slammed against the frame. Outside, the muffled, robotic voice of a team leader echoed through the corridor, devoid of human inflection. "Target acquisition confirmed. Initiate breach. Eliminate assets. Protocol 7-Beta in effect." "Protocol 7-Beta," Chalida hissed, her eyes widening. "That’s a scorched-earth directive. They aren't even going to try to capture us f

"That's what the AI called me." "But this is dated 1950," Marcus said. "You weren't born." "Exactly," Jack stood up, clutching the file. The mystery of his lineage just got deeper, and darker. "I wasn't born. But someone else was." "Jack," Ben’s voice crackled over the comms. "We have a problem. A big one. Sensors just picked up movement in Sector 7." "Rats?" "No," Ben said. "Ghosts. Thermal signatures that don't exist. They're moving fast. And they're heading straight for the Command Center."

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

Dead leaves skittering on stone. I leaned over the document. My wrists screamed where the cuffs had been removed—phantom pressure still crushing the radius. My hand shook. I forced my eyes to focus. The text swam. THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT: TETHER PROTOCOL Asset ID: Neoma Solstice (Void-Born Classification) Owner: The Lugal, transferred to Unit Vanguard Command. Clause 1: The Asset agrees to unconditional obedience. Clause 2: The Asset consents to energy extraction.

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.

They were turning the color of the void itself. "The Seventh wants a body?" Elena hissed as she stepped toward the possessed Mina. "Then let’s see if it can handle a soul that has already been to the End." A black-hole resonance began to form around Elena, sucking the green light out of the air. But as the Seventh recoiled, a new signal appeared on every screen left in the world. "THE EIGHTH HAS AWAKENED. INITIATE PROTOCOL: OBLIVION."

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.

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

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.**

What happened at Sky Corporation and the Royal Flush was also done under Hector's command. "His primary objective had always been you, Mr. Harvey. Yvonne is just an unfortunate victim of that. We have evidence of all of this, of course. Number Seven has a very peculiar habit. She records the entire video whenever someone dispatches her for a job and saves it for one month. She would only delete it once she was sure she was safe. "Everything that happened recently was recorded; all the video recordings are now in my possession."