Scp 812 Novels & Stories

"The rebelling Scion of Sadalsuud have begun her attack on the Calendula Residence in Spica. Out of the possibility the other rebel Scions are going to follow suit, I advise everyone to evacuate and for those who has made preparations, to retaliate. Seek out the nearest Scions in your region and - " The rest of the announcement wasn't registered in Tirana's mind. She thought of Vayu and Mell who were probably busy with their own regions, leaving Antares defenseless with the current state of Dar Lugal. She recited calming prayer in her heart and turned to Saracenia. "Could you teleport me to Antares from here?"

‘Today, preferably. The man handed over his Barrett M82 and the major rested the end of it on the rim of the watchtower, hunching over to look through the telescopic sights. He could see more details of the Sleepers now, because they were getting closer all the time. Could see the group was made up not only of women, but men and children as well. There were all age ranges by the looks of things, from what he could see through the wispy membrane they sported. They just kept on coming, nearer and nearer. It wouldn’t be long now, if the virus was indeed airborne, and they’d be in range to pass it on just by breathing.

Room 808. Standing outside the room, Rosa stared at the doorknob. Her eyes darted to the brass plaque above it, engraved with the numbers “808.” An uneasy feeling clawed at her chest, but she brushed it aside. Sheena needed her. She pushed the door open without knocking, calling out softly, “Sheena?” The room was pitch black. The silence was deafening, making her heartbeat thunder in her ears. Before she could react, a strong hand grabbed her arm and yanked her inside. The door slammed shut behind her.

“Hello everyone. My name is Joleena, and I’ll be your guide for today. I just want to give a few reminders before we go in. Please don’t touch anything. There will be absolutely no flash photography. Everything in there is exactly the way they left it. Lunch will be at noon and after that I will allow you to explore freely.” Joleena turned around and walked to the door. There was a keypad under the handle. Francis watched the numbers get punched in and memorized them. “0,4,1,6,2,8” He noticed something unusual about them. They represented a date. Today’s date. April 16th, 2028. He leaned over to Chris and whispered, “Hey. I just watched her put a code in the door.” Chris whispered back, “So.

before the Nursery”the one she had been told contained a portrait of her mother. She picked it up. It felt impossibly heavy, leaden in her palm. She clicked the clasp open. There was no picture inside. There was only a tiny, blackened shard of an integrated circuit, etched with a single line of text: TEST SUBJECT: 801 - FINAL STATUS: DECEASED. A soft, mournful whistle of wind moved through the street, causing a nearby shutter to slam against a storefront. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Did you really think you were the only one who escaped the delete, Cattleya?"

"The file is locked and loaded." Sophia Lane leaned over her shoulder, her face washed in the monitor's glare. "The Tokyo scapegoat. Ichiro Takahashi." "I tracked every single routing number, Sophia," Lina bared her teeth, tapping the screen. "Forged signatures, encrypted server logs... it’s a fucking hammer." "Send it to the Geneva servers," Sophia urged. "Let's burn this bastard." Lina clicked the mouse. The green progress bar hit one hundred percent, sucking the data packet into the secure cloud.

It was a text message from Anita. “Help me, Room 8808 at Sunnyville Club.” I immediately froze, my eyes narrowing. Room 8808 was the same room number Kelvin had told me about earlier. The one Ceres was in. My wolf growled in my head. Without hesitation, I bolted from the room and headed to Room 8808. When I got to the door, I heard muffled cries and commotion. Without warning, I kicked the door open, the force splintering the frame slightly.

​Left alone in the gatehouse, the room felt instantly colder. ​Scarlett backed up until her spine hit the edge of the terminal table, her Beretta held at a low ready, her eyes swinging between the open doorway and the scrolling text on the laptop. ​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING...]

Richard smirks, savoring my panic. Alexander’s voice drops to a lethal whisper. “You’re done, Hale. Completely.” “But I’m not,” Richard says. “Not yet.” He slowly lifts his other hand revealing a small black remote with a thumbprint scanner. My blood goes cold. “What… what is that?” Richard smiles. “There are two detonators. This one,” he slides his thumb across the trigger, “opens the emergency exit door behind me. The other,” he taps the thumbprint scanner, “takes everything down.”

"I want to activate our old protocol. Ground level observation. The Horrison version, not Cassilas" "Use satellite relay" she asked. "No. Too obvious. We’ll use land relays. I moved the base unit to the greenhouse at Saint Roch. You only need to link it from here" I handed her a small chip, green-gray with a nearly invisible marking, H.O.R R12. "Target" she whispered. I met her eyes. "All movement under ID D7LRA. And every internal Cassilas IP trace from the last six months. Especially those linked to the gala night, the investor selection day, and our wedding day"