Scp-004 Novels & Stories

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."

Liam ripped off the panel and rewired it manually, sparks flying. “You’ve done this before,” Elara said. “Too many times,” he muttered. “Victoria loved her puzzles. I learned to break them.” When the hatch hissed open, a gust of sterile, recycled air hit their faces. It smelled of metal, chemicals, and faint traces of blood. Liam descended first, the beam from his flashlight slicing through the darkness. The deeper they went, the more the walls changed from rough stone to polished steel. And then he saw it. Rows of glass chambers, glowing faint blue. Inside each one floated a small, motionless figure of children, suspended in liquid. Their faces were peaceful, too peaceful. Labels scrolled a

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.

The little girl nodded softly, holding back the tears lodged in her throat. Her mother gave a broken smile, then hugged her tightly. > “Forgive me… for being the one who brought you here…” --- Back to the present. Evalina’s tears flowed—not from fear this time… But from understanding. Deep in her heart, she knew—her mother wasn’t a monster. She had tried to save her in the only way she could: by staying silent. --- Later that day, Elric uncovered something from the other letters. Several pages listed names: patients, experiments, and one folder marked “Remaining Subject: E.R-04.”

he spat out. "It's cute that you think that," Dean pulled him forward and let the chair drop onto all four legs before going to various torture devices on a table in the corner, "now, Allberto, I want you to tell me everything there is to know about the people who kidnapped Sam," ***

“I was born in a lab built on lies. Raised in a house that traded blood for power. I was auctioned, beaten, manipulated, and hunted. And now I have one message for the ones who are watching.” She leaned closer. Her eyes like burning frost. “You built a goddess. But you forgot—goddesses don’t kneel. They burn.” The screen cut to black. In a remote hangar outside Geneva, Eve watched the broadcast with a serene expression. She turned to the silent boy standing at her side. “Phase Four,” she said softly. “Execute it.” The boy nodded. His eyes were identical to Jian’s.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

Three prods hit him at once. His body seized before crashing to the ground. “No..” Luciano lunged, but a flash exploded near him and the sound cracked through the air. He staggered, whining, blood trailing from his ear and just like that.. I was alone. The lead hunter calmly stepped forward likr this was a normal, casual routine as he pulled out the collar. “Subject 402,” he said. The number hit harder than anything else. “Time to go home.” Home... Something inside me snapped and I could tell it was the same thing I felt at the lake, the same thing that stirred last night.