Scp-024 Novels & Stories

Lillian Cowfer, a human trafficker who had been on the run for ten years, was finally caught. On the day of her public trial, she listened to the charges against her. Then she suddenly smiled. "I object. The indictment says I kidnapped 23 people, but that's not true. I kidnapped 24." The entire courtroom fell silent. Lillian's smile grew more mysterious. "You all say I destroyed 23 families and that I'm guilty of the worst crimes imaginable. But this 24th victim didn't have a family to begin with. I even found her a new family. Isn't that a good thing?" The prosecutor leaned toward the judge and whispered, "Your Honor, there have only been 23 kidnapping cases over the years. She may be makin

“Strange coincidence that as soon as Sacha leaves he became agitated and went on a cleansing of the city. He started with the jail. Then worked his way above ground.” “You did nothing to stop it?” “I have not been able to speak to Guardian Asher for years. I am trying but he doesn’t listen to me at all. I cannot direct him.” “The Artifact Marina. Why are you not using it.” “I am, he is not responding to it. If I had more time I could calm him with the artifact but we have a special engagement tomorrow and Lord Cedral cannot have any more incidents. In the past 2 nights Guardian Asher has killed 2 soldiers and 3 ordinary men. I am running out of time.”

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."

AUDIO HALO_TRANSCRIPT_139 She hit play. [Begin Audio Playback] Voice 1 (Female, clipped): “Asset Sera Duvall has reached activation. Confirmed contact with Target Lucien Calder. Emotional bond verified.” Voice 2 (Male, filtered): “And Calder?” Voice 1: “Oblivious. Still operating under emotional compromise. Believes the attachment is real.” Voice 2: “Does she suspect?” Voice 1: “No. Not yet. The ghost file embedded in her memory map is intact. Once she crosses the psychological trigger threshold ”

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

Anomaly classification revised. Human neural instability confirmed. Interest level reduced. I almost collapse with relief. But the scout sends one final message. Report transmitted. The connection abruptly vanishes. The chamber returns instantly. The silver floor beneath my feet. The Custodian ship around us. Ezra grabbing my shoulders. “Aidan.” I stagger slightly. Matteo rushes forward. “Did it work.” I take a breath. “I think so.” The Custodian speaks immediately. Transmission from the scout has ended. Severiel watches the projection carefully.

Servers hummed low, blue light pulsing from behind blast doors. The core chamber was smaller than Berlin’s compact, vicious. A single console glowed: “Swarm 2.0 – Failsafe Node. Heir authentication required.” I stepped forward. Retinal scan flared painful blue sweeping my face. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir. Swarm 2.0 online. Global dormant network awaiting activation command.” Dante leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Rocco stood at my shoulder, hand on my lower back.

My throat tightened as I clicked a video file labeled: Prototype 7. The footage flickered to life. Maria sat behind a sleek desk, her expression calm and deliberate. “The subject Scarlett Maria Devereux exhibits strong adaptive instincts, emotional volatility, and high persuasion thresholds. Predicted outcome: ideal candidate for control transfer.” Control transfer. I scrolled to the next document a contract signed under Damien Cole’s name, dated before Maria’s death. Subject assigned: Scarlett M. Devereux. Objective: integrate emotional dependency and ensure asset compliance. I couldn’t breathe.

Something in-between. I follow the sound through the ruins, down into a lower tunnel that miraculously survived the blast. It’s dark, wet, and cold, the walls humming faintly with residual power. At the end of the passage, a door stands slightly ajar. I push it open. Inside is a small containment chamber, flickering with emergency lights. In the center — a single cryo-pod, cracked but intact. The label glows faintly: Subject 014. My heart stutters.