Scp-786 Novels & Stories

Randy’s throat felt like he’d swallowed a gallon of broken glass. The flickering violet light reflecting off the server-rack glass told him exactly how long he’d been hiding: too long. He gripped the heavy, dented iron pipe he’d scavenged, his knuckles bone-white. The silence of Sector 14 wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, expectant. The parasite knew where he was, and it was just waiting for him to blink. *Unit 7-B reporting. Intruder confirmed in maintenance access 4,* the synthetic, multi-layered voice broadcasted from the ceiling speakers. It wasn't just a recording; it was the Hive talking to itself, mapping Randy’s every move before he even made them.

she managed. “I disliked its manner.” “It contained the antidote.” “I continue to dislike it.” He lowered her to the floor. Her breathing had become shallow. “Tell me what to do.” “The compound was identified as E-Seven inhibitor.” Lucian searched the damaged terminal. Most of the display had shattered, but internal storage cartridges remained intact. Each bore a number. E-1. E-2. E-3. Through E-28. He found E-7. Two vials rested inside.

She shouted, “Junior Commander Weiss, what's going on here? Who is that man in Warehouse 8?” Mandy’s jade-like finger pointed at Ethan who was walking around Philip on the monitor screen. Hal also looked guilty and helpless as he said, “Miss Una, we can’t touch this person. H-He’s not within our authority.” Mandy frowned and asked coldly, “Why? Didn't you tell me that Warehouse 8 is full of vicious villains, spies, and agents from various countries? How can this man be so powerful?” Hal glanced at Ethan’s figure on the screen and said helplessly, “Miss Una, this person's confidentiality authority is far above mine. He’s a level-7 classified personnel! He wasn’t captured by us. He came in on

Said Stevan. “Cancel the projection and show them the record from Dorm 78.” Said Samuel. “Yes, sir.” Said the operator. The chamber is going dark and left one big screen show the map of Fluxter invasion. “…! What the …?!” said Alexa. “Is that true …?” said Dallas. “This is the beginning of battle in Dorm 78, hundreds of Fluxters attacking at once. This happened when unique Fluxter known as Seraph type is leading a colony.” Said Samuel.

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

“A file. About you.” I froze. “About me?” He nodded, face grim. “Encrypted, but I saw enough.” “What did it say?” Julian hesitated. The flickering red cast sharp shadows across his cheekbones. “You were never just an analyst.” My stomach clenched. That wasn’t possible. I’d seen my records. I knew who I was. Didn’t I? Before I could ask, the overhead intercom crackled to life, metallic, soulless. “Subject 07 and Handler Alpha. Containment breach in Section Delta. Do not proceed.”

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

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

"Yes, he's still alive but he doesn't have much time. Go into the house. There's a building underground and this is how you'll find it; Go through the corridor. There's a room on your right, get into the room, tear off the carpet in the middle, and type in the code: 7878134. Once the door slides open, you can go underground. Shawn's lying on the bed. Please give him the antidote. Thank you so much, Anthony. I'll never forget this." "It's fine," Anthony said. "I just wanted to do something to make up for not being there when you needed me. Queen. Get out of there right now."