Scp-016 Novels & Stories

Then the light turned green, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a small, sterile room filled with monitors still humming faintly on backup power. A single terminal blinked with an open message. WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT E-01. Isabella’s breath caught. “It recognizes me…” She approached the terminal and hesitated before typing: ACCESS FILES. The screen responded: AUTHORIZED. DISPLAYING PERSONAL RECORD. Alexander came closer. Together they read: > SUBJECT: ECHELON-01 Genetic model optimized for memory transfer and adaptive cognition. Host origin: Classified.

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"

on a young Eastern warrior's bicep. We're not people anymore. We're inventory. They drag me to the scanning station. A scientist in a white coat runs a handheld device over my body. It beeps and displays something on a screen I can't see. "Enhanced wolf. Alpha strain. Genetic markers: positive. Transformation capability: confirmed. Subject designation: One. Priority level: critical." The scientist makes notes on a tablet. "Tag her for immediate processing upon arrival." A soldier grabs my arm. Before I can react, he's writing on my skin with a thick permanent marker.

alarm, I asked him to switch it off. We could run a little bit late for a change, I thought. But then I heard Neo shout “WHAT! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!?” He must be talking about that crazy sister of his. What in God’s name did she do now? I dragged myself out of bed and went to join him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, anger, and disappointment. Neo told the person he was speaking to that he would be there soon and cut the call. He then told me that she was gone! “She escaped? What kind of people work in that damn station!?” I vented out angrily. He told me that he would have to inform his parents and if I could let Bella and Gabriel know. I phoned

"How is it?" I simply whispered into my earpiece while walking up a flight of stairs. Wearing a black side shoulder bodycon velvet dress, I swiftly walked into the 2nd floor area. "I already put Sophia's sleeping pills on everyone's drink. We have two minutes before it affects the first group of victims," Shiela said on the line. "Okay. I'm about to finish here," I said simply and adjusted my black mask. "Hey, pretty lady, want some drinks?" an American inviting me.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

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."

All of them had white hair. "They were trying to clone you," Leo whispered, horrified. "They were trying to replicate the royal line." At the very end of the hall was a pod glowing with an intense blue light. The name on the monitor read: ASTRA. SUBJECT 001. I touched the glass. The girl inside looked no older than sixteen. Her eyes snapped open—they weren't gold. They were a piercing, frozen blue. The glass shattered before I could even pull my hand away.

When the doors opened, it felt like opening the mouth of something dead. The lab swallowed them whole. Cold metal corridors. Empty rooms. The hum of generators still barely alive, like the place had been waiting. Cassian moved fast. Dahlia followed, eyes hard. Anais gripped Maris’s hand tightly. They reached a control room. Dust covered the desk, but the monitors flickered when Cassian powered them on. Old feeds. Files. And then—on the center screen—a name blinked alive. SUBJECT 0-A Anais stared.