Scp-040 Novels & Stories

The little girl nodded softly, holding back the tears lodged in her throat. Her mother gave a broken smile, then hugged her tightly. > “Forgive me… for being the one who brought you here…” --- Back to the present. Evalina’s tears flowed—not from fear this time… But from understanding. Deep in her heart, she knew—her mother wasn’t a monster. She had tried to save her in the only way she could: by staying silent. --- Later that day, Elric uncovered something from the other letters. Several pages listed names: patients, experiments, and one folder marked “Remaining Subject: E.R-04.”

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

“You’re not touching her. You’re not touching our child.” Kael sighed. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion. Phase Four is only the beginning. Once full integration begins, you’ll come to me willingly.” Adrian fired. The bullet passed through the hologram, sparking the projector. Kael didn’t flinch. “You can destroy my image, Adrian. Not my reach.” The hologram flickered and vanished. The lights dimmed, leaving the room in shadow. Then the sound came — a low mechanical rumble from beneath their feet.

"Yes, he's still alive but he doesn't have much time. Go into the house. There's a building underground and this is how you'll find it; Go through the corridor. There's a room on your right, get into the room, tear off the carpet in the middle, and type in the code: 7878134. Once the door slides open, you can go underground. Shawn's lying on the bed. Please give him the antidote. Thank you so much, Anthony. I'll never forget this." "It's fine," Anthony said. "I just wanted to do something to make up for not being there when you needed me. Queen. Get out of there right now."

I recalled Dela Merced kissing me during the filming once again. I wasn't anticipating that move. I gave a headshake. "Fucker, go ahead and put the line down so I can go to the place and attach the bombs," I said. She simply nodded in agreement before the call was terminated. I stood up from my computer and printed the blueprint that Noella had given me. After tying my hair back, I entered my walk-in closet and activated my built-in vault by pressing a secret button. My hidden compartment became visible as the large picture in the center of it started to move. After having my finger print verified, I scanned it and opened the vault.

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

Liam ripped off the panel and rewired it manually, sparks flying. “You’ve done this before,” Elara said. “Too many times,” he muttered. “Victoria loved her puzzles. I learned to break them.” When the hatch hissed open, a gust of sterile, recycled air hit their faces. It smelled of metal, chemicals, and faint traces of blood. Liam descended first, the beam from his flashlight slicing through the darkness. The deeper they went, the more the walls changed from rough stone to polished steel. And then he saw it. Rows of glass chambers, glowing faint blue. Inside each one floated a small, motionless figure of children, suspended in liquid. Their faces were peaceful, too peaceful. Labels scrolled a

*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.”

June cried, hugging him tight. Then a cold shadow fell over them. The girl 04 was standing at the edge of the crater. She did not look like a girl anymore. The girl 04 was taller now. Her skin had this black glow. The girl 04s eyes were not purple or brown like they used to be. They were blood red now. The girl 04 said "The joining is finished." The girl 04s voice was really deep. It did not sound like a kids voice all. "Thank you Sister," the girl 04 said. "I could not have opened the door from the side without your help."