Scp: Tales Novels & Stories

"I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends." She carries it to the table, placing it down carefully before flipping it open. The pages are thick and rough beneath her fingertips. As she skims through, she reads aloud, "The Tale of the First Shifter, Moon Goddess Parables, The Story of the Night Sky, The True Alpha… This is amazing," she whispers, completely enthralled. "Don’t tell anyone I’m touching this, but I have to read it." "I wonder if any others are unlocked," Serena says, moving to check the cabinet handles. Ben follows her lead.

Even before she actually entered the chamber she felt like she knew that what this was leading to because she could feel the pungent smell of blood in the air the moment the lift doors opened. "Are these like the torture chambers?" She asked scared and for the first time since the moment they had entered the lift Marco finally looked at her his face showing a little shock. "Yes" he replied in the straight Voice. "Are you going to torture me for coming to the library without your permission" she asked suddenly scared for her fate because Marcos face no longer showed the warmth it did when he looked after her but it was of the cold monster that had kidnapped her. "Maybe" he gave out a cold shu

He breathed in contempt. Taheem walked into the tent, breaking Sheikh's Khalid's train of thoughts and bowed in greeting. Khalid smirked when Omar walked in, holding the American to his side. He watched the girl, her disheveled look as a result of the harsh desert winds and the fear which registered in her eyes he recognized as her fear of him. She looked away. Khalid looked at Taheem without speaking a word and he understood, the man reached out and grabbed Megan's other arm, yanking her free from Omar and pulled her to himself tightly.

Chapter 12 “What is wrong with you?” Prince Fazan questioned her as he wiped his hands with a towel. ‘How come it’s still beating?’ Camilla was perplexed when she lowered the salver with the animal’s gleaming ticker on it still cladded in viridescent grume; pulsing despite being weeded out from its owner. “You didn’t tell me I’d have to play servant.” When he said she wanted her to accept his catch, she came running just to be in attendance—not to accompany him while he eviscerates the heart of the poor thing, even though all she did was to display his harvest.

Lilia and Damion are sitting with Tasha in her room. For the past hour, they have been filling her with details about vampires, werewolves, hybrids, witches, the ritual, the binder, the curse, etc. Lilia can see that Tasha is feeling her head pound, but they don’t have much time and they have to present her with all the relevant information. “I still keep wishing for you guys to say that this is all a joke,” Tasha says looking at Lilia and Damion hopefully. When they don’t say anything, she looks at the ceiling saying, “Apparently not.”

"Huh? Sasha won? That's so weird. She doesn't seem to be the type to win. She's kind of we—" "Sasha's dead." I say and Tessa stops and stares at me. "What?!" Her eyes widen like buttons." How is that possible?" I sigh again. Now, how am I supposed to explain to my friend here who was just sleeping peacefully while a nightcrawler, correction: Vampire was sucking blood from other students out there. And she was probably going to be the next. "It's a long story. I'm not sure I can talk about it. Please ask Peter to tell you about it." I say. The trauma of rewinding that scene over and over just doesn't go out of my fucking head. What is wrong with this academy?

The air grew colder as she descended a hidden staircase, her pulse pounding in her ears. At the bottom of the staircase, she found herself in an underground chamber, its walls lined with ancient runes glowing faintly in the dark. In the center of the room stood a stone pedestal, and atop it rested a glowing crystal that pulsed with an eerie light. Sasha approached cautiously, her instincts screaming at her to leave, but the crystal seemed to call to her. As her fingers brushed its surface, a surge of energy shot through her, and images flooded her mind—visions of battles, bloodshed, and a monstrous figure cloaked in darkness.

“Apparently, she did that so she wouldn’t have to return my wolf and scent.” “Which she gave to another person,” IIya said, her tone almost amused. “Well…I’m glad to inform you that you’re lucky. This book contains the list of all sorcerers and whatever magic they can create—potions, spells, you name it. I have Akira’s magic over…here!” Her eyes twinkled as she unfolded her fist, revealing a small vial with a black liquid inside. “Take it to whomever stole your wolf and scent. Just a little drop on them, and the restoration occurs.”

Raja entered his room, but what he found was Tales, shirtless and without any undergarments, standing in front of his bed. His forehead creased as he looked at him. He couldn’t believe it, knowing that Tales was always repulsed by the thought of showing his body to him, let alone having sxx. But the Tales standing before him now was in a trance-like state. His eyes were dazed, devoid of liveliness, and he had a grin on his face, as if being pleasured by something.

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.