Scp-024 Novels & Stories

And maybe, if I learned how to listen, I could decide what deserved to remain and what deserved to be severed. I didn’t see the small silver communication crystal sitting on the far side of the chamber. I didn’t see the faint pulse of light that traveled through it after Mara and Tavin left. And I certainly didn’t know who was waiting at the other end. But somewhere beyond Nocturne, a message had already been delivered. A single report appeared on a dark screen. ECLIPSE SUBJECT CONFIRMED. ABILITY: SEVERANCE OF COERCIVE SUPERNATURAL BONDS.

And standing inside it— was a young man. He looked around twenty-five. Dark hair. Pale skin. A long scar ran from his temple down to his jaw. His eyes were strangely calm. He wasn't holding a weapon. He simply stood there. Watching them. Ava stared. “Who are you?” The young man looked at her. Then at the Serpent core. Then at the symbol on his hand. A symbol none of them had seen before. The machine suddenly went silent. Adrian's face drained of color. “No…”

"Sera, you need to see this." I crossed the room and took the page from him, my hands going cold as I read the fragmented notes written in a cramped, hurried hand. *Subject 23, Bloodanchor lineage confirmed. Overextension threshold reached day 19. Recommend containment protocol proceed as discussed with client Ashveil.* I stared at the words, my mind refusing to fully process what I was reading, the specific horror of seeing my mother reduced to a subject number, her death discussed in the clinical language of someone documenting an experiment rather than a life.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

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.

I collapsed. Alpha Daniel was the first to move. He pulled his coat off and threw it over me, crouching low to hide my exposed neck. “No one looks,” he growled at the nurses. “Anyone who does—gets out.” My vision blurred, but I caught a glimpse of Alpha Joe’s face. White. Empty. Horrified. “She’s… she’s emitting a second scent.” “What?” someone gasped. Alpha Daniel yanked my collar aside. There it was. A second power frequency.

A girl, bound to a chair, head slumped. Suddenly, she looked up. And my blood turned to ice. She had my face. Or... almost. Younger. Different eyes. But everything else—identical. Ethan leaned closer. His breath hitched. “I know her,” I whispered. Ethan turned to me slowly. “That’s not Subject 02,” he said. “That’s a shadow.” My heart pounded. “What does that mean?” He tapped the screen, pausing it. Zoomed into the ID code stamped on the girl’s wrist.

“So that wasn’t random. It’s a faction.” Adrian opened the black file. Inside were only two items: A handwritten memo. And a photo. Elara stepped closer—and the world dropped out beneath her. The photo was of a lab. Her mother stood in the center. Younger. Wearing the same badge from the sealed envelope. Standing beside a terminal labeled: SUBLEVEL 2 — CONTROL NODE And next to her— Elara’s breath hitched. A man stood partly turned away. His face blurred by movement. But his silhouette was unmistakable.

The voice”her own voice, yet stripped of all warmth”had drifted from the darkness, but the source remained hidden behind the wall of canisters. She moved the light forward. In the canister nearest to her, a young woman slept”or was suspended”in a clear, viscous fluid. Her features were identical to Cattleya’s, down to the small, crescent-shaped birthmark on the left collarbone. The tag bolted to the base of the glass read: Subject: 402 - Termination Protocol: Failed. "I’m not¦ I’m not a copy," Cattleya whispered, her voice cracking. The sound was swallowed by the vast, oppressive silence of the vault.

Back in the archives, amid the chaos of scattered papers and broken inkwells, Aurelia stared blankly at a small, unassuming black metal cube sitting half-buried under a stack of old files—a high-security military memory crystal recovered from the outer ruins of the southern facility. Without thinking, Aurelia reached out and pressed her palm against the cold metal casing. The crystal hummed to life, emitting a sharp, blue glow. A low, synthetic voice filtered out from the internal speaker, echoing eerily off the stone walls: "When the Moon Queen awakens, the first gate will open." A second later, the audio playback shifted, playing a fragment of a recorded conversation between two senior lea