Scp: Tales Novels & Stories

She dreamily climbs up at the grand staircase that almost resembled the staircase in the movie "The Phantom of the Opera." She feels like she is the heroine Christine, and she sees her beloved Raoul come down from the staircase, while extending his hand towards her, in a loving manner... Kate suddenly shook her head when she noticed that she was fantasizing too much. He needed to concentrate on her task, which is to go to a certain room where Mrs. Ascott's nephew is currently staying, knock on the door, inform him about breakfast, then she can go back to her main wok... She took a deep calming breath before she decided to climb the stairs. This is not the perfect time for her to daydream. Sh

Back in Pittsburgh, Olivia and her friend follow Director Sungold into a green portal projected on the docks. Once they all entered, the agents were baffled by the hi tech layout before them filled with hundreds of SPEAR soldiers. Each tending to various aspects from schematics of the area, bulky mechanical suits, and numerous confiscated magical items. “Where are we?,” Scott asked. “This is the S.P.E.A.R Global disc,” Director Sungold explained. “Of course, we just call it the disc,” A quirky irish woman with short red hair and glasses said as she approached the agents.

“I… felt something touch him yesterday. Touch us. A dense energy, like a warning. Or a promise of something I don’t know yet.” The room fell silent for a few seconds. Until Sasha gasped dramatically: “I just wanted to remind everyone that I survived the frozen north, killed an ice dragon with a silver spoon, and still haven’t received any recognition.” Susan smiled despite the tension. “Sasha… one day I’m going to write a chronicle just about your poetic lies.” “That’s the closest thing to a compliment I’ve ever gotten from you,” he replied triumphantly. Alexei checked the tablet and cleared his throat.

Sasha asks, but her voice has an echo to it as if her words are being heard from far away. “I was on a hike. It was the first time that I climb this trail, everything was fine in the beginning, but on my second day I felt as if I was being followed. I got off the trail hoping to lose whatever was following me. When I looked back again wolves were chasing. I ran to get away, but I got hurt and when I woke up again, you people were here.” Jessica spoke in a deadly calm voice, she sounded like a drone. “What do you know of our people? What do you know of supernatural?” Sasha asks her voice still sounding far away.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

"These things, these intruders are called Ghouls. I hadn't come across one of their kind in many decades. So when I first spotted the dead moose's and the black slime on the bodies my memory was tickled, but I couldn't exactly put the pieces together until I visited the library and recovered a few scrolls...." And taking a moment to stop speaking Mantilo turned to the table behind him and softly slug off a long cylindrical capsule attached to a strap resting over his shoulder. Brandon hadn't realized that Mantilo was carrying anything with until that moment, as the Shifter quickly took the capsule in hand and with a soft "Pop" he proceeded to remove the top of the capsule and turn it upside

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

She nodded, her expression resolute. She placed the mirror on the floor, and next to it, a small pot filled with a strange, glowing liquid which she surprisingly brought out of her small bag. She closed her eyes, her lips moving as she began to chant a strange, unintelligible language. As she spoke, a wind began to pick up, the fire in the hearth flickering wildly. The windows in the room opened and closed on their own accord as if moved by an invisible hand. A feeling of dread began to creep up my spine, and I felt a chill in the air.

She had never seen anything like it, and her own strength terrified her. Was it true? Was everything in her mom’s journal real? Was she becoming a vampire? Scarlet was finding it harder and harder to discount all of the strange things happening to her. Her super strength. The light sensitivity. Her speed. And most of all, her desire to feed. Too many things were adding up. As she drove in the darkness, she felt there was only one place she could go, only one person she could turn to who might understand. Sage. She didn’t know why, especially after his having asked her to leave, but for some reason she felt he’d understand. She followed the streets back to River Road, past mansion after mansi