Scp-040 Novels & Stories

> “Plug it in only when you’re ready to lose everything.” Sera swallowed hard. She picked up the drive and slotted it into the offline server Lucien had set aside for classified protocol isolation. The screen stayed black for five full seconds. Then A file directory loaded. No titles. Just codes. /ROOT ▸ 0401_DUVALL ▸ 0402_HALO_LEAK ▸ 0403_CODENAME: DAUGHTER ▸ 0404_CALDER_FAILPOINT Lucien stepped closer. “She used my name.” Sera clicked the last one.

My dad lifted the corners of his mouth, nodding approvingly. "They're all yours," Trav said and turned to ascend the steps. Torture had definitely never been his thing. But it was definitely my dad's and my thing. Sara had already maimed them quite a bit. The ones on the table were missing their fingers and toes, currently laying in a puddle of their dried blood. The ones on the wall were missing their eyeballs and noses. The whole room stunk of blood and burnt flesh and hair. "What do you think, Tyce? Where should we start?" He clasped his hand on my shoulder. "After all, you're alpha now." He gave me a fatherly wink.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

“Come out and show yourselves! Follow the sound of my voice! Any spirit or entity that’s here with us now! You can use our energy if you need iy! Use my energy! Manifest yourself!” “That’s when you hitchhiked the ride, right?” “Yes.” The image froze on him like that, open arms and daring smirk. “That, there, was the worst mistake of my life,” said Brandon’s voiceover. They cut to Amy’s interview, a stark contrast from the dark basement to the Manor garden under the sun. In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him.

I answer truthfully. The old woman nods. "That's how you know. They feed on fear and desperation. If you can keep control of yourself and not show fear, they won't be as attracted to you." I nod, taking in the information. "Okay. That's helpful. Thank you. You said they feed on weakened souls. What makes a weakened soul?" "Anyone who arrives here." My mouth goes dry. So that includes Alec. Have the wisps already gotten him? Could I be too late?

Broken glass on the floor, files all wet with the water that has drained from a very large aquarium-like object that must have once been so big, it fit a full-grown human. Dr West was running like a crazy person from one end to the other, trying to find something which seemed important to him. "What are you waiting for you idiot? Sound the alarm! Subject 40 is gone!" He said breathing heavily whilst raising his arms in panic. Subject 40 was the lady that is being kept by the wolves I thought to myself, grinning at the thought that I was once again in luck. Chaos is what I need to bring Dr Write out of his office and closer to the exit door where I would easily force him to follow me.

And the scarred leader, who gave her name at the hatch as Renn and nothing else, folded into the last seat with the stillness of someone who has already decided how this ends and is only here to make sure it ends for everyone. A crew of the damned. Nobody trusts the person breathing next to them. For once, the room is telling the truth. The Nadir-04 is a sphere of forty-year-old titanium with a viewport the size of a dinner plate and just enough room for the living to be miserable in. Sarah runs her checks out loud, naming each system as she wakes it, and her voice in the cramped dark is the steadiest thing aboard. She does not pretend this is safe. She just refuses to let it be sloppy.

The heavy boots pounded against the metal grating. They were close. "This way," I hissed. I pulled Elena into the shadow of a support pillar just as three armored guards rounded the corner. They held stun batons that crackled with blue electricity. They weren't looking for a lost patient. They were looking for a target. "Subject 404 is missing," one of them shouted. "Seal the exits." Elena trembled against me. She covered her ears and hummed a frantic, broken tune to block out the noise.

"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."

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."