Scp 049 Fanart Novels & Stories

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

щ（ﾟДﾟщ） Usually, as long as someone had no intention of harming Aris, Fynn wouldn’t have thought about it much; after all, Aris had countless pursuers. However, this man’s wedding with Aris’s sister was just around the corner!!! And what was he doing?!? Apparently getting smitten with her little brother and trying hard not to think about fucking him?!?

Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon. ... Tristan saw the video of Leon proposing to Esther. It was the middle of the night. The house without Esther seemed empty and lifeless. He couldn't fall asleep. The truth was, it had been a long time since he'd had a good night's rest. That night, as he scrolled through his phone, he saw the whole internet buzzing over a proposal video. The moment he clicked on it, his blood ran cold. The thumbnail was Esther's radiant smile. It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that.

I moved toward the nearest compartment. The panel opened immediately when I touched it. Inside rested a stack of thin folders. Real paper. Not digital storage. Paper. The sight felt strangely shocking. Everything inside Sublevel Zero revolved around technology. This did not. I removed the first folder carefully. The cover contained no name. Only a designation. SUBJECT 04. My pulse quickened. I opened it. Most pages had deteriorated. Others were partially erased. Yet enough remained to read. Psychological evaluations. Behavioral observations.

I crawled quietly out of the bag and rushed up to my room and got my makeup kit, I returned downstairs and they were still sleeping. I started first with Erick, I painted his cheeks with mascara and added lipstick on his lips messing up his face. I did same with Jack and Jace. And for Stacey creamy cheese on both her palms. I giggled and went to the kitchen. I filled a bucket with cold water and went back to them.

Aria Today, I should have been celebrating and eating cake with my boyfriend for my eighteenth birthday like any other normal girl. But yet here I was, kneeling on the floor, scrubbing the cream stains left after the party by my stepsister, Sophie. The maid was what Sophie and her friends mocked me. The stain was almost cleaned up now, though. I’d been working at it for ages, trying to keep it from setting into the carpet at the base of the stairs. Soon, I would be able to go out and celebrate my birthday with my boyfriend, Daniel.

The rear door, unable to fully close in the rush, swung wildly with the vehicle's violent acceleration. Avery launched herself forward. Like a mother driven mad, she threw herself onto the rear step of the speeding van. Physical pain seemed to have been severed entirely by maternal instinct. Her ten fingers dug into the narrow gap of the door, barely half an inch wide. Inside the cargo hold, a scar-faced man hunched over the communicator grabbed his radio. "—Yes, Mr. D. The direct derivative sample of Subject 047 has been secured. No damage to the specimen." *047.*

not here. "Scarlette.. I need you to-" Matthew stopped when he saw me and my desk. Oh! It's still attach.. Stupid me. I unplugged my USB quickly and ran to- shit! I tripped on the cable. "Unbelievable.." Matthew said and I ran outside.. "Mr. Preffin.. here.. the file name is.. S0004" "S what?" "S Zero Zero Zero Four." I spelled and he nodded. He walked away and my eyes widen. I ran back to my office.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

​Left alone in the gatehouse, the room felt instantly colder. ​Scarlett backed up until her spine hit the edge of the terminal table, her Beretta held at a low ready, her eyes swinging between the open doorway and the scrolling text on the laptop. ​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING...]