Scp Animated: Tales From The Foundation Novels & Stories

Scott POV Everything was collapsing around us and Aldus stood at the center of it all, transformed into a monster, his body twisting with scales, claws, and horns like something ancient and forgotten by every race. Things looked bad. Really bad. But I wasn’t afraid. I stepped forward, flames curling around my fists—normal flames at first. But then something inside me snapped. The fear. The anger. The memories of everything this organization had done. And then the flames shifted. They darkened… deepened… twisted… until they burned a violent purple, hot enough to distort the air.

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

The young vamp wolf slashed his talons against one harpie after another as they fell to the ground. As Scott landed on the ground, he and Olivia made their way to Shamous. “That cane of yours can’t help you now,” Olivia said. “Don’t be too sure, Witch Detective,” Shamous chuckled as he swung the cane around, farming a vortex that absorbed the fallen harpies. Their bodies merged to form a massive four-legged beast composed of teal and green energy monolith nearly ten feet tall. “Is it wrong that I’m numb to this type of stuff?” Scott said.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ + •*.』 11PM, LATE INTO THE NIGHT AND EVERYONE SAT AROUND THE DOME. Shawn furrowed his brows worriedly at Scarlett. For the past couple of hours, Scarlett was crossing in and out of her Vampire state. One minute, she detested the taste of blood like any sane mortal, the next she'd go rogue and demand for more crates of them.

For sure, its reputation would have already preceded it. On that note, This is your Storyteller, the Diwata hoping to see you once again on the Supernatural Spa... Fare thee well.

She shook it off and excused herself to smuggle another meal for her. Immediately when the door shut, Octavia coughed out blood staggering on her feets, she had stayed locked up in the restroom when she was making a companion but then again that creep had to step in choking the half project. She was a tiny bit close to completing it but then decided to send it after him, she would have prospered but her companion had emotions and weakness and that was what she was trying to erase before Author brought his jackass self into her room, since she hasn't completed the making she felt half of what her companion felt,the pains and everything, she fainted in the restroom but there came Hapitha who h

'There are very few old relations I have let myself keep, anyhow. So issuing that formal apology which I only meant partially, I began to turn around, to collect the earphones I had reportedly left at my desk. "Huh! These uncouth Rogues, I don't know why the Werewolf elders could be so short-sighted to issue that decree! We can't habilitate each and every wild animal who walks into the territory!" Abby remarked as she pushed past me and I felt my anger gaining control of my tongue before I could think. "Did you have an extra vial of poison this morning for breakfast, just because you got rejected last night?!"

"YOU ARE IN POSSESSION OF STOLEN DIVINE PROPERTY. SURRENDER THE DRIVE, OR THE ENTIRE SECTOR WILL BE FORMATTED." Caleb looked out the window at the hovering mechanical dragon, then down at Scarlett. His feral, bloodthirsty smirk was back in full force. "Hey, Architect," Caleb rumbled, cracking his knuckles as his Sovereign Alpha aura finally began to bleed through his disguise. "Remember when the Taotie tried to eat us?" Scarlett slipped the crystal drive into her jacket pocket, her cosmic gold eyes narrowing dangerously as she stood up. "I do," Scarlett smirked, her starlight brush materializing in her hand with a sharp, lethal hum. "Let's see if this mechanical lizard can learn to sit."

The words landed like a final verdict. Alexander went still. Victor shouted from the console. “Thirty seconds!” The vault cracked wider. A blinding beam of white light punched upward through the ceiling. The founder’s voice screamed inside Scarlett’s mind. Don’t do this! Scarlett stepped directly in front of the crystal. The light wrapped around her like a freezing wind. Pain stabbed behind her eyes. But she didn’t flinch. Her voice rose, steady and clear. “You don’t get to live inside me.” The founder’s voice twisted in fury. *You are me!*

(Alexander The God of Absolute dark powers Pov) As we started to walk forward. You could hear the echo of our feet. I did a spell to silence it because I refused to have everyone die because of our loud shoes. As we rounded the corner my heart dropped. There were thousands of Tiny scorpions. "They can kill everyone but Alex. They are magical scorpions. Death is instant and fire angers them." Zavier stated causing everyone to groan.