Scp-016 Novels & Stories

Ilya could’ve taken the shot. One round. Center mass. Instant chaos. But she didn’t. She turned left—toward the east wing. Toward the residential sector. Room 204. No cameras. No assigned personnel. Just a name on a flagged dossier that had been dormant for six years—until the Phoenix woke up. Ana Moreno. Last known guardian of Subject 01 during her final recovery phase. Classified as civilian. Non-essential. But someone, somewhere, had tagged her as a proximity risk.

She reached to touch it and suddenly, a flash tore through her mind. - A lab. - A woman lying on a table, wires attached to her chest. - The same scar. - The voice of a man saying, “Stabilization successful. Subject A now mirrors genetic sequence 001: Amelia Raymond.” Natasha stumbled back, gasping. “No… no, no." The door burst open. Lucas stood there, drenched from the rain, his expression sharp and alarmed. “Natasha!” She pointed at the mark, trembling. “What did you do to me?”

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

"It was a Lure. The Scrap-Lords weren't the real threat." Suddenly, every data-cell in the Origin Tower turned a Blinding, Sterile White. A voice—cold, digital, and infinitely more powerful than the White Wolf—echoed through the minds of everyone in the Sovereign Valley. "Sovereign-Subject 1.0 identified. Error detected in 'Biological-Integration'. Initiating 'Remote-Recall' of the Alpha-Soul." Elara’s body suddenly went rigid. Her golden eyes turned a terrifying, blank white. "Julian... help..." she gasped.

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."

A woman stepped out. Tall. Dark coat. Gloves. Sharp eyes behind thin glasses. No uniform. No badge. But everyone felt authority radiating from her. Lena’s heart stuttered. Alexander’s jaw clenched. Elias stiffened. Jay flinched. Z-04’s lights flickered. “Recognized. Affiliated with Kass Laboratories. Designation: Internal Control Operative.” The woman adjusted her glasses calmly as she took them all in. Her gaze stopped on Z-03.

At least that's what I was told. I was only supposed to sneak in, and take a picture of a few notes from the Encyclopedia of Medical Imaging Keisha had stumbled upon while cleaning the library. She didn't want to sneak it out, so she dressed me in her uniform, handed me cleaning supplies, and sent me in. If there's only one door, how did someone end up on the other side of the shelf? "I saw you moving minutes ago, and suddenly, you're a statue?" the voice says again. "You'll have to move eventually when security gets here."

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”