What Is SCP 979 And Why Is It Dangerous?

Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."

What if humanity’s cruelest monster is the only one who can save you? In the toxic slums of Sector 4—far beneath the glittering glass domes of the elite city—there is only one rule: keep a low profile and stay alive. Jada is a master of survival. From the scraps discarded by the upper class, she builds everything she needs to exist in this merciless world. But during a brutal raid by the ruling Consortium, her identity scanner suddenly flashes a blood-red alarm. The verdict is neither prison nor death. It is: Sector Omega. Sector Omega is a myth born of whispered nightmares. It is the Consortium’s deepest underground laboratory, where the authorities breed genetically mutated supersoldiers. Jada is thrown into a pitch-black cell as a "calming companion" for the most dangerous experiment of all: Subject Zero. He calls himself Kael, and he is the Apex. An unstoppable beast, engineered for war in the toxic outer world—a nightmare of muscle, claws, and blinding rage. Every woman sent into this cell before Jada never left it alive. Yet, when the monster attacks from the shadows and lunges at her, he suddenly halts. The beast catches a scent. In the rebellious scavenger, Kael sees no prey—he recognizes his destined mate. With a single, guttural "Mine," Jada’s fate changes forever. Certain death transforms into a perilous alliance. Kael vows to protect his mate with his life, while Jada discovers the man hidden beneath the monster. To escape the cruel Consortium, they must ignite a bloody rebellion together—one that will shake the dystopian world beneath the dome to its very foundations. For an Apex does not share. Tropes: Sci-Fi Dystopia, Werewolf Romance, Fated Mates, Touch Her and You Die.

A string of sexual assault cases sweeps through Fenborough, and all the evidence points toward me. In just a single night, I've become the prime suspect and target of everyone's anger. The moment I get home, my wife, Natalie Parker, glares at me with hatred and disgust. "A monster like you doesn't deserve to be called a human!" As she rages at me, she dumps a bottle of sulfuric acid on my crotch. The agonizing pain makes me collapse onto the floor, unable to move. The next day, she brings another man to the house—Harvey Green. He looks down at me and says, "So you're nothing but a scumbag. No wonder she detests you so much." Natalie also eyes me coldly, her words cutting as she says, "Why would I keep a tainted piece of trash like you around? Just the sight of you disgusts me." I refuse to believe that I would ever commit such a crime, so I secretly arrange for a DNA test—but the results prove that my DNA is a match with the culprit's. My blood runs cold. A wave of despair washes over me. Once Natalie sees the results, she brings the victims to the house. They charge at me, smashing glass bottles against my head and breaking my legs with bats. When my parents rush over and see this, they faint on the spot. I end up dying on the operating table. Suddenly, my eyes open again. I've been reborn. I've returned to the day the crimes took place.

Be careful! You are entering a hot area! Under-age, forbidden to read! For those who like romance, you must read this story! Cho Ye Joon—Gumiho who came to the future of Indonesia through the thunderbolt without sound. . “Give up, you gadfly Gumiho!!” the man shouted in front of him. "Cho Ye Joon," the man said, the signal giver approached. Possessing the body of an Archeology student named Nevan Taksan. He was trying to find a way out for return to his past. "Are you embarrassed?" Nevan asked spreading the corners of his lips. Bellona stopped when she was already covered by Nevan's Coat, and was stunned by her appearance. "Nevan?" Bellona said quietly. "Let me take you home!" broke up Nevan. A swarm of enemies comes upon him and traps Cho Ye Joon, his friend and girlfriend—Nevan into another world, with objects are found with Korean history books. He did everything he could to find a way out. Luckily, a Gumiho guard remains in the same world. Through the mind and soul of that world, he was able to find the fox marble. Where the Fox marble is in Bellona's body—Nevan's girlfriend, the reincarnation of a woman from his past. Can the Gumiho save himself with the two people from another world? Cover by : @nobidesign

Outside the police tape surrounding a fancy hotel, a police officer can be seen blocking my way. "There seems to be a bomb hidden in the hotel! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to get any closer!" I'm just about to dig out my work badge when the intern next to me, Christine Wyatt, covers her mouth in a pretentiously shocked manner. "Officer, there's a detonator and a timer in his bag! Those things look so scary!" The entire scene goes eerily silent. Almost immediately, I see a few guns getting aimed at my forehead. Anxiety begins overwhelming me. "I'm a bomb disposal expert from the Headquarters Explosive Ordnance Disposal Unit! My bag contains all the tools necessary to dispose of a bomb!" "Throw your bag over to me and keep your hands where I can see them!" Captain Scott Hunter roars at me. My bag is opened afterward. Things like an insulated cutter, a bomb suppression blanket, and a liquid nitrogen cooling tank are scattered across the ground. Before I can explain myself, Christine suddenly points at me while screaming, "Why are you still playing dumb? You just told me that you wanted to set off an explosion in that hotel! "What, now that the police are here, you dare not admit what you just said, huh? You're a terrorist through and through!" Scott reacts quickly by pinning me on the hood of the police cruiser with my hands folded behind my back. "We're taking you back for a thorough interrogation!" My heart almost stops at those words. The bomb that's packed with enough firepower to take out half a street has already gone on a countdown in the hotel lobby. But I, the only bomb disposal expert who can get rid of the bomb, have handcuffs put on me because of Christine's nonsensical accusations. Right now, there are only 29 minutes left before the bomb goes off.

Caelith has nothing worth taking. No power. No secrets. Nothing anyone could possibly want. So why is everyone coming for her? Twenty one years old, literature student, part time bookshop worker. Her life is unremarkable by every measurement that matters. Until a ritual group kidnaps her, a trained assassin is sent to finish the job, and something ancient and patient decides she is exactly who it has been looking for. There is a journal. Older than recorded history. Wanted by everyone and understood by no one. And Caelith is the key to finding it. Even though nobody asked her. Now she is navigating a world she was never supposed to know existed. With a former assassin bound to her by a blood deal. A best friend who doesn't remember the night that changed everything. A boy who has known something was different about her since day one and chose to stay anyway. And a stranger who saved her life and disappeared before she could get a single answer out of him. The deeper she goes the bigger it gets. And she is only just beginning. Some journals don't record history. They create it.