Scp-024 Novels & Stories

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

N Protocol - Subject 07" Her hands trembled as she opened it. A series of medical reports filled the screen growth charts, DNA enhancements, emotional suppression records. And the she saw it. Subject Name: Aurora Collins Status: Contained - Relocation initiated Located: Facilty Delta - Sector 9 Jessica covered her mouth, tears flooding her eyes. Aurora. That was her baby's name. The one she'd whispered before the world burned. Behind her, the faintest creak of floorboards broke the silence. She spun, weapon drawn but her breath hitched when she saw the figure emerging from the shadows.

“Who?” “A stranger, he was at the party, he was wearing a black cloak and suddenly he disappeared. A box appeared and when I picked it up, an unseen hand clawed at my neck. And there was a tendril-like object from the box. I struggled and then spat up a handful of blood.” “Blood?” Alpha Thane asked. “Where is it?” “There.” I pointed at the floor which I was sure I spat blood but it was as without the slightest drop of blood. My throat dried.

he said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. His Beta appeared in the doorway. He was out of his suit, dressed in dark clothes. He looked like a soldier, which he was. "The reports from Level 42 are bad. Focus is down. Aggression is up. The wolves near her station are on edge. It's like a mental allergy." "Her name is Nyxara," Rhydian said, still not looking away from the city. "The anomaly," Kellan corrected, his voice careful. "She's a disruption. What are your orders?"

Its limbs twisted and elongated unnaturally, sparks of electrical discharge leaping from fingertips to walls, igniting short arcs of flame along metal conduits. Harrow pressed herself flat against the far wall, heartbeat hammering, every nerve alert. “You… you think you can escape?” The voice wasn’t loud, but every word resonated like shards of broken glass. Subject Zero’s tone was layered, distorted, simultaneously mechanical and human. “You smell… fear. Weak. Temporal anomaly detected.” Harrow swallowed the fear lodged in her throat. “I’m not weak,” she spat, forcing her voice to steady even as her hands brushed the cooling serum vial. “And you won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

Z-04’s white-blue eyes narrowed at Jay. The creature stepped closer. Elias tried to rise. Alexander forced himself upright, blood dripping from his lip, glow trembling. Lena backed away, pulling Jay behind her. “What do you want?!” she shouted. Z-04 answered inside her skull, its thoughts sharp as shards of ice: “Stabilization required. Z-03: incomplete. Z-04: incomplete. Z-02—primary—must choose.” Lena’s breath stopped. “Choose WHAT?” Z-04 raised its hand.

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

A deep, distorted voice, completely different from Evelyn's or Victor's, spoke softly through the speaker into the silent room: "Sarah Reed has been relocated to the master facility, Subject Zero," the voice said calmly. "If you wish to see your mother alive again, bring the red vial to Pier 42 before sunrise. And come alone." The speaker went dead. Noah stood frozen in the middle of the quiet hospital room, holding the cold red vial in his trembling hand, looking down at his mother's empty, unmade bed.

"Don't attack. Just... find them." As they closed their eyes, the room seemed to bend. Shadows stretched, and for a fleeting second, I saw a ghostly image projected onto the glass wall: a man in a white lab coat, sitting in a dark basement, hunched over a bank of monitors. He was typing a command labeled Extraction Protocol: 0400. My blood turned to ice. They weren't waiting for the morning. They were planning to move in four hours.