Scp-016 Novels & Stories

I can't believe I'm here eating something so greasy inside a Bentley that looked brand new like he'd just purchased it this morning. I didn't want to go for my interviews with Zale, in fact I didn't even want to see him but this man is persistent and he refused to leave even when I tried calling security on him. Security didn't even lay a hand on him, they just stumbled over their words and walked away like they hadn't seen anything.

The other was a tall man with the permanent scowl of someone who'd once been a bureaucrat and now had to carry a gun. The woman introduced herself as Marta Sánchez, formerly Control Acquisition Division. The man, DeWitt, didn’t give a first name. Marta pulled a tarp off a metal cart. What lay beneath looked like a human brain, roughly basketball-sized, mounted on a mess of tentacles and chitinous limbs. It had no eyes, but ridges across its central mass pulsed faintly, as if registering light. "Meet the enemy," Marta said. "This is a dead one. We think. Don’t poke it."

That was answer enough. Fourth twist. She brought up the ledger mirror, ready for anything—except what she saw. A new entry flickered across the screen. Timestamp: after the heist. Subject Status: CONFIRMED ACTIVE. Bloodline: WHITE WOLF — PRIME VARIANT. Containment Probability: DECLINING.

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

The wolf's flinched, looking around wildly for him, but he hadn't materialized as of yet. "You guys," Nat said softly as she seemed to notice something. Pink and Sam looked back at her as she held up the tracking sphere. It glowed a bright blue when pointed towards the cradle. "Allena soul is in there?" Pink asked as she looked back and forth from the orb to the churning spire of magic. Sam was the first to break from the group, moving swiftly towards the pulsing indigo mass. "Sam, don't touch it!" Nat called as she came up behind him.

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.

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.