Scp-006 Novels & Stories

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

The audio continued to play, the static clearing to reveal an older, archived recording —a conversation dated exactly six months ago, the very night I escaped the Thorne Tower. Voice of Victoria Vance: The transfer is complete, Zero. The Level 5 security bypass codes for the Thorne penthouse have been uploaded to your server. Disable the cameras for ninety seconds. Let the girl out, make sure she thinks she’s escaping on her own, and feed her the data on my syndicate. We need her to turn into a weapon that destroys Malakai from the inside. Voice of Zero: Understood, Ms. Vance. The asset will be extracted tonight.

And the only exposed flesh was the mouth. To drain it, he would have to let it eat him. Do it, Jack thought. Only way. He prepared to sprint. To dive into the maw. BEEP. A sound echoed in their earpieces. A cold, digital chime. "Override Code: Omega-Red-Six," the Executor’s voice cut through the static. It was calm, bored even. "Activate Asset 002. Combat Protocol: Unrestricted." Jack froze. Asset 002. On the ground, near the wreckage of the petrified tree, Olivia’s body spasmed.

Across from Frederick, the black-clad man's smile slowly faded, his expression growing cold. "Nice strategy! It seems our plans have been exposed," he said, his tone darkening. "What's your rank in Organization V?" Frederick asked, his face impassive. "I’m the one in charge of Aston State. My code name is Six," Six replied. "It troubles me that you’re making such a fuss!" Frederick smiled faintly. "If you're scared, then surrender. Tell me everything you know if you want to live, and I’ll guarantee you'll live a few more years!"

He’d just reshuffled desks until the guilty party felt their own guilt like an echo chamber. But this wasn’t echo. This was deliberate sabotage. And someone wanted the world to believe that the wrong Quinn was in charge. Noah opened the security log overlay. Time-stamped. Traceable. He input the serial of Terminal 006 and narrowed the query to last 96 hours. The results came fast. Terminal 006 had been connected via VPN in the building only once in that time frame — just long enough to pull the archive photo, then disappear again into ghost mode. But not before pinging off one router node.

The screen finally decrypted a heading in bold red: PROJECT ORIGIN: CLASSIFIED – MONTROSE CREST ALLIANCE INITIATIVE. And below it: SUBJECT: E-0. STATUS: ACTIVE. SURVIVOR. Elena’s breath caught. Her photo appeared on the screen. Six years old. Eyes too large for her face. A number stamped on the lower corner. E-0. She scrolled. “Genetic compatibility confirmed. Emotional resilience score: 92nd percentile. Neural growth accelerated. Memory suppression: effective post-fire trauma. Recommend continued surveillance under parental guardianship imprint.”

Marking. Professor Fell approaches me. Studies my face. Smiles. "Callum Brennan. Excellent specimen." He pulls out magical tag. Attaches it to my chest. I can feel it burning through my shirt. "Wolf-001. Priority subject. High-value genetic material." I try to speak. Can't. Mouth won't move. Throat paralyzed. Fell moves to Cormac. Frozen three feet away. Fist also extended. We were killing each other when the spell hit. "Cormac Brennan. Alpha wolf. Also valuable." Fell tags him. "Wolf-002. Priority subject. Control study comparison with specimen 001."

force yourself to speak. I’m Bethany and that’s my sister Kaiya” As she spoke I wondered how long they had been here and as though reading my mind, Bethany said sadly, my sister and I were kidnapped on our way home from school about three or four months ago, not really sure, I lost count of the days. Master said that he is preparing us for some big annual auction, and if we behave, then he will make sure that Kaiya and I will not be separated.” DAMN THAT B**TARD TO HELL! HOW COULD HE PUT THESE PRECIOUS GIRLS THROUGH THIS? I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!!! I was screaming internally, but I was physically useless. Every bit of my body was aching. My head felt worse. Kaiya knelt down, and she had a syr