Scp Stories Novels & Stories

As Grace Hill becomes the home to many dangerous paranormal beings, Scott pretends another is his mate. Hurt, Lilly shuts him out. Has Scott lost his only chance of a mate? And what threat from her past could send Scott to possible war? Their world has never been more fragile as a cult known as Disaster of the Otherworld intends to plunge them into chaos. I hope you will enjoy it.

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

"Toss her and all the filth she brought with her out of the hotel at once. They are not allowed to set foot in Cascadia Hotel ever again." The security guards immediately came forward to drag Rosie and the rest of her friends, including the guys still licking the floor, out of the hotel.

Scott sounded equally annoyed as he snapped, "Shirley never ceases to amaze me! I can't believe she'll even hide in such a dump to avoid us. The moment I see her, I'll—" The rest of his sentence died in his throat, and the expression on his face slowly froze. As Devin followed Scott's stunned gaze, his eyes fell on my memorial portrait. Then came Vanessa's hollow voice. "You're here to harvest Shirley's kidneys, aren't you? Well, both of her kidneys are in this tin."

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 8✨ . . 🌹Natasha🌹 "Lionel, why isn't he waking up?". "Dude, stand up". Lionel tapped his cheeks. But Reece wasn't even waking up at all, he didn't even stir a little bit.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

"We have to go. Please take care of yourself, you deserve to be happy. I love you so much, don't forget." In no time the door was shattered and The Scourge walked through it. "Well well well", he gave an evil smile. "That would give Lucas and every other creature a chance live normal lives once again", Carla smiled. "Yeah". "Excuse me, I have a message", Logan clicked on it and saw pictures of Sophia, James and two others tied up. "The Scourge has Sophia at the headquarters. I have to go", he left without waiting. "We are coming with you", Carla said as they began to kit up.

"About how, when my sister and I were little, they would take us to that shop every Sunday for fresh blueberry muffins, and we'd go for a hike together as a family." "Why did you stop going?" She blinked away from the shop, looking up at Shadow instead. "How did you know we stopped?" "You said 'when we were little,' my dear." Scar pulled her gaze from his inquisitive eyes, staring down at the brown boots he'd given her and at the cracks in the sidewalk beneath them. "She died when I was young." "I'm sorry," Damon said, his voice gentle and sincere. "What happened?" "It was a wolf , I initially thought it was a ghost ." Scar could still see it so clearly in her mind, even though it had happen

Scott approached her cautiously and spoke in a gentle tone, "Are you Sophia?" The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face, "Yes, yes, I am. Who... who are you?" Scott's eyes softened with empathy as he crouched down to be at eye level with Sophia. "I'm Scott, and we're here to get you out of here. Your brother Liam told us about you and we won't let anyone harm you," he said reassuringly. Sophia, a young girl with wide, frightened eyes, looked up at Scott, cautiously assessing the sincerity in his voice and expression. The room they were in was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was tense.