Scp 04 Novels & Stories

“Wait! Where are you? Are you in the Casa or in your unit?” “Both…?” “What? What do you mean both?” “I mean, I sent my secretary to get all my things in my unit and I’m packing it while she's sending it to me, one by one,” I explained. “Huh? So, you are in the Casa? And your secretary or what ever is in your unit?” “Ye-yes…” I said, “But don't worry! This is my fourth and last suitcase,” I said. “Really? Is that for real? That's a scam, Tatiana! I know you better!”

’ Scarlet asked as Samantha rolled her eyes at her wolf. ‘It’s not the same. This… we’re… No!’ Samantha replied as she cut off her mind link with Scarlet. Her wolf played around in anguish as she waited for Samantha’s action against their rejected mate. She put her hands up in front of her to stop Zack from advancing toward her. He ignored the clear sign as Zack was taking another step toward Samantha.

“I was born in a lab built on lies. Raised in a house that traded blood for power. I was auctioned, beaten, manipulated, and hunted. And now I have one message for the ones who are watching.” She leaned closer. Her eyes like burning frost. “You built a goddess. But you forgot—goddesses don’t kneel. They burn.” The screen cut to black. In a remote hangar outside Geneva, Eve watched the broadcast with a serene expression. She turned to the silent boy standing at her side. “Phase Four,” she said softly. “Execute it.” The boy nodded. His eyes were identical to Jian’s.

It had been four days since Abby received that strange note. And she had spent four restless nights in this same room, each one worse than the last. Right now, as the clock in her room flashed 4:30 , she had woken herself up with a scream once again. It took Abby a few minutes to understand where she was… her skin was clammy with sweat, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her blanket was twisted around her legs, and the image from the nightmare was still fresh in her vision; the murky water under the dense fog, icy cold hands wrapped around her ankle, something inhuman pulling her down into a lake…

“No, Lucas. We’re both just what your father made us.” The air shimmered, and before Natasha could react, Amara reached out, fingertips brushing hers. The mirrored walls pulsed. Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos: “Phase IV complete. Synchronization initializing.” The ground erupted in light. Lucas grabbed Natasha, dragging her backward as the lab tore apart. Sparks rained from the ceiling, metal shrieked, and a surge of blinding energy threw them off their feet. Through the haze, Clifford’s voice broke the roar, weak, desperate.

“I know you are strong, Faith. But my wolf doesn't care about logic. When you were hurt, it felt like the world was ending. I’m not letting my guard down yet.” The sweet moment was cut short when Leo walked into the dining room. He wasn't smiling, and his fingers were sparking with a frantic, messy blue technopath light. “We’ve got a massive data spike,” Leo said, tapping a handheld monitor. “The old High Council had a secret underground testing facility down at the base of the northern ridge. It’s called Sector Four. I thought it was completely abandoned after the Capital fell, but my sensors just detected a massive d******d sequence happening from their mainframe. Someone is trying to wipe

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

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 screen flickered, a series of complex genomic strings scrolling past faster than I could read. "It’s not a virus, Elara," Julian breathed, his eyes scanning the code. "It’s a map. He’s showing us the 'Sub-Level 4' blueprints." "Sub-Level 4? The university only has two basement levels, Julian. I’ve lived on this campus for three years. There is no Level 4." "That’s because it’s not under the university," Julian said, his fingers flying across the keys. "It’s under the reservoir. Look at the thermal signatures."

Viper scrambled to his feet, shaking off the paralysis, his eyes finding mine. "How do we open the pits?" I snarled into Caspian’s ear. He tried to ignore me, his body shaking with pain. I pressed the gun harder, the metal bruising his temple. "Tell me, or I'll end this right now." "Code... 7-4-9-Alpha," Caspian wheezed. "Control... control station three." "Viper! Control station three! Get them out!" I commanded. I watched as the Blood-Hounds sprinted toward the pits. I watched as the concrete lids slid back, and the survivors began to scramble out of the darkness. They were weak, they were terrified, but they were moving.