Scp Novels & Stories

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

Derek said. “ oh please, I helped in reducing your your work yesterday night by killing the humans, how can you not trust me ” Frederick said getting annoyed. LAST NIGHT. When Frederick had left Caleb and Celine's house, he quickly got back to Naal city by teleporting. As both cities were far from each other, he had arrived last in the night. He also covered his scent to avoid been spotted by Alan or Ron. While he teleported inside the mansion, before he could take another step he felt something fall at his front.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The fact that my mate will be a Harvest female makes me feel practically giddy. Finally after about a four minute wait it is my turn to use the teleport platform. I plug in the coordinates for the home on the other side of the planet and move to the middle of the small round platform. A quick whoosh sound greets my ears and I immediately find myself on a different teleport pad. This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in.

This is very erotic but I've seen enough to know how it plays out. I close the file and decide to go to a different folder. JJ is obviously John and Jenny, so I look at the other two. One is called Sarjen and is buried in the system32 file. The other one is called MS and is located deep inside the windows preferences files. I open the first one and it only has one file in it, from last Friday night. Oh fuck! This better not be what I think it is.

“Lock it down. Isla, with me.” We followed her to a reinforced comms room. The monitors showed six black SUVs surrounding the site. “Scarlett’s dogs,” Freya muttered. “She moves faster than I expected.” I turned to Liam. “We can’t outrun them this time.” He looked at the servers. “Then we don’t. We send the rest of the data.” Freya’s fingers flew across the console. “I’ll open a port to the Ark—deep web bunker. Once the full Origin file’s uploaded, even Scarlett can’t kill it.”

Two parallel rows of giant, cylindrical heat exchangers hummed with immense power, circulating millions of gallons of sea water to keep Charles Vance's air-gapped server banks from melting down. ​Lyra sprinted toward the primary logic gate—a massive, freestanding steel console at the end of the central walkway. The screen was locked in a stark, amber "SAFE-MODE" display, identical to the state of the network they had left behind in the Sahara. ​"This is it," Lyra said, her hands steady as she slotted the master key drive into the console's primary administrative port. ​The amber screen flashed instantly, the text turning a brilliant, cold blue.

It was a sleek, black console separated from the rest of the network. "I’m at the terminal," I said, my hands hovering over the keyboard. "Okay," Maya said. "Do it fast. Initiate the transfer protocol." I woke the screen. The Vance Logistics logo appeared, spinning in silver. ENTER COMMAND. I typed in the code my father had taught me when I was eighteen. A code I hadn't used in years. PROMETHEUS. The screen flashed green. WELCOME. BIOMETRIC VERIFICATION REQUIRED. PLEASE SCAN RETINA.

They were trying to Move us to a Remote Server where we would be under the permanent control of the Maintainers. "They're not killing us," I gasped, my hands shaking as I saw the "Upload" progress bar appear on my HUD. "They're Backing us up. And once the backup is complete... they’ll 'Delete' the local copy. They’ll delete the world." [MIGRATION_PROGRESS: 99.99%] [SYSTEM_FATAL_ERROR: CONNECTION_RESET_BY_PEER]