Scp 952 Novels & Stories

“Since, I’ll be out of touch for a day, I need to explain to you what to do with the tracking software. I sent you a link with all the instructions. The password is F9NM61.” Scarlett watches as Ryder takes out his laptop. For a moment, he fumbles with it which makes her frown. Ryder is trying to find the power button on it but his vision starts to fog once again. He clears his throat and finally locates the power button and turns on the laptop. “F9NM61,” Ryder types. Scarlett freezes on her spot. An automated voice echoes out of the device. “The password you entered is incorrect,” the voice says. “Please enter again.”

Sweat rolled down his face as panic consumed him. “You have five seconds before I lose my patience,” I said coldly. “I swear…” “Four.” “Please listen…” “Three.” “She’s in Sector Nine!” he blurted out desperately. Silence filled the room. My jaw tightened. Sector Nine. Even I knew about that place. An underground holding facility used for high-risk detainees. People sent there usually disappeared. “Who ordered her transfer?” The director hesitated. Jasper pushed the gun harder against his head. “Talk.”

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

It didn't speak in any language; it communicated via absolute, high-priority data packets. "ALERT. UNSANCTIONED ANOMALY DETECTED. FRANCHISE: 0-9-9-H (EARTH). CLASSIFICATION: CORRUPTED DATA. STAND BY FOR IMMEDIATE QUARANTINE, REBOOT, AND REFORMATTING. RESISTANCE IS INEFFICIENT." Caleb slowly stepped away from the railing, the molten gold in his eyes igniting with the familiar, bloodthirsty promise of a brand new war. He didn't wait for Scarlett’s command.

​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...]

"Priority Alpha. Direct from the Celestial Spire." I took the datapad from him. The screen glowed with the Lugal’s seal—the crescent moon eating the sun. COMMANDER ASHFANG. DEPLOY IMMEDIATELY TO SECTOR 99. BONE WASTES. INVESTIGATE SEISMIC ANOMALIES. SECURE THE SOURCE. "Sector 99," I rumbled. Staring at the coordinates. "That is the Dead Zone. Nothing lives there. Even the Rogues avoid it." "The Onyx Guard isn't avoiding it," Wolfy pointed out. He zoomed in on the map. Zip. "Satellite telemetry shows the heavy battalions moving into position here and here. They are setting up a perimeter."

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.

' I watched as Jake came through the main gate, which the only way he could was if he knew the code, or hacked into my system. Which he didn't seem so smart in doing, so he knows my code somehow. 'But how?' 'I was also cautious to not give out personal or sensitive details.' 'I never wrote them down, either. I made sure to memorise all my codes and never used the same code twice.' 'Yes, if I had twenty different locks. There were twenty different codes, and I knew them all.' I watched as Jake, and his friends walked to my front door casually as if they lived here.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

“Mercer emptied multiple off-site locations before the attack last night.” Of course he did. “He planned escape routes,” Cameron said flatly. “Yes.” Mara slid several photographs across the table. “But he left one site behind.” I picked up the top photograph. Concrete walls. Rusted fencing. Forest surrounding an isolated military structure. Something about it made my wolf instantly uneasy. “What is this?” “Eastern Border Facility Nine,” Mara answered quietly. Cameron went still beside me. “You know it?” I asked immediately. His jaw tightened once. “Yes.” “How?”