Scp 914 Novels & Stories

​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...]

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

Malakor stared at Julian, then looked back at my glowing silver eyes. Dust was raining down from the ceiling now. The quartz shelves were shaking hard. The old books were tumbling onto the floor. "Seven-four-nine-nine!" Malakor screamed. "The code is seven-four-nine-nine. Sector four routing." Julian typed the numbers into his wrist terminal with one hand. The blue screen flashed green, a wave of encrypted files pouring across the display. "Data is in, my lord," Julian said, stepping back and letting go of Malakor's jaw. "I have the records for the Sump clinics."

“Finn, you’ve gone too far this time. You’ve crossed the line. If you don’t apologize to Joseph, we’re done.” With that, the door slammed shut. I stared down at the puddle of coffee on the floor. My reflection in it looked warped, almost unrecognizable. The ink from the transfer form had spread across the page, soaking everything, just like my feelings that had slowly bled out over the past seven years. What was left to hold onto? Nothing. With a quiet sigh, I took out my phone and dialed the director’s number. “About the transfer to Seaview… I’d like to expedite it. Yes, I’m ready to go this week. I’ll start preparing everything right away.”

Scott asks Channing. Channing simply nods and turns, walking in the direction of where the human presumably met a very unfortunate end, with Scott following him. “Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions, Alpha?” Detective Doug asks me. Chapter 14 coming soon

He finally had her. THE END

There is only one thing you need to do. Come alone, or else I'll shoot her pretty face and make you watch. Midnight sharp. You know where. Your beloved brother, Damon. Taped to the bottom was a lock of her bright red hair as proof that Scar was Stanley's captive. Damon was shaking by the time he finished the letter. The edges had crumpled and torn beneath his furious grip, and now that he was finished reading, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the fire. He let out a massive roar, clawing at the sheets and mattress in rage and mattress in rage and terror.