Scp: Overlord Novels & Stories

Mikhail nodded, but his eyes stayed on the torn paper, on the half-finished skyline his careful, patient teacher had drawn without even knowing what she was drawing. Victor's own phone buzzed. Hale. "Tell me you have something," Victor said. "I'm running the number now. It's going to take time it's not a phone company that hands over records easily, which tells you something about who's paying for the service." A pause, keys clicking fast on the other end. "Victor. This is a private security contractor. Not staff. Hired muscle, the kind that specializes in exactly the sort of quiet extraction you're describing."

I said, looking Marcus in the eye. "And I will cancel the Red Hook development," Marcus promised. "I want the tech divisions, not the waterfront. I’ll give you back your father’s shop, free and clear, the moment Silas is out." Dominic pushed a small, black device across the table. It looked like a flash drive, but thinner. "This is a signal interceptor. You don't need the code. You just need to hold this against the keypad of his private safe for sixty seconds while Silas is out. It will clone the encryption and d******d the ledger."

Andrew sucked his fingers, making them so wet with his own saliva, then he lowered his hand and dipped his fingers in Raffy's twitching asshole. The moment he felt Andrew's fingers on his hole, a wild groan immediately came out of his mouth. No one, not even himself, had touched that place for ten years. And yet now, he felt like just a little thrusting of Andrew's fingers would be enough to open him up and make him ready for the alpha's cock. God, he was not even an omega, and yet, he was feeling like one. Andrew's fingers teased his rim, causing him to groan again. Despite his drunkenness and the lust he was feeling, he was still able to get worried about waking up his son. So he immediate

The footsteps retreated down the hallway, fading into silence. Lorcan’s hand squeezed my breast, and his thumb flicked over my nipple then he looked up at me, his face flushed, his lips wet with me, his eyes dark with desire and triumph. "Now," he said, his voice rough, barely controlled. "Now you can come. Now you can scream for me, Aleena. Let me hear what I do to you."

Ironclaw. A low growl crawled up my throat. Our pack had been at war long before I took my first step as a child. Their wolves were ruthless, but their alpha was worse. Damien acted like some flawless hero, but he was cunning, manipulative, and too damn powerful for anyone’s comfort. My jaw clenched. “Rumors aren’t enough.” Lior nodded once. “Agreed. Which is why we sent covert scouts, and we got these images to prove.” He slid the iPad toward me and tapped the screen.

And the only exposed flesh was the mouth. To drain it, he would have to let it eat him. Do it, Jack thought. Only way. He prepared to sprint. To dive into the maw. BEEP. A sound echoed in their earpieces. A cold, digital chime. "Override Code: Omega-Red-Six," the Executor’s voice cut through the static. It was calm, bored even. "Activate Asset 002. Combat Protocol: Unrestricted." Jack froze. Asset 002. On the ground, near the wreckage of the petrified tree, Olivia’s body spasmed.

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

“Keep them focused. Keep them alive. I’ll handle the scouts.” I swallowed hard, feeling both pride and fear in the same breath. Nova had become more than a leader—she was the anchor we needed in this chaos. I gathered the Omegas, moving swiftly and speaking quietly but urgently. “Listen to me. The scouts are in our forest, but they are not here to fight… yet. They are mapping us, testing us. We do not panic. Do exactly as I say.” The group tightened, listening as I directed them to positions of concealment and observation. I could see their trembling hands, the way their eyes darted to every shadow, but they trusted me because they trusted Nova. And by extension, me. I had to be worthy of th