Scp-049 X Reader Novels & Stories

I grabbed his hand and pressed his thumb against the scanner. The door clicked open. I was in. The holding cells smelled like piss and sweat. A single light shining overhead. And there, at the far end of the corridor, chained to the wall, was a man. Aan that fits the description the Viper had told me about. My face lit up a smile as I glance at the man. Xavier. He lifted his head as I approached, dark eyes glinting with interest. He knew I wasn't a guard. "Well, well," he drawled. "Who the fuck are you?"

--- The First Page Slides into view. --- Xavier's Eyes Move Across It Once. --- Twice. --- Then The color drains from his face. --- Completely. --- My Voice "Xavier?" --- Nothing --- Xavier Just keeps staring. --- Finally He hands me the page. --- I Read It And immediately understand why. --- Because It's A Letter. --- Written By Elena. --- Dated Three days before her death. --- My Hands Shake As I read the first line. --- > If you're reading this, something has gone terribly wrong.

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

Pain shot through me, and a broken moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it. That snapped me back to myself. I tore free from his hold and stumbled backward, putting distance between us. When he stepped closer, panic surged through me. I threw my hands out. “Don’t come closer,” I whispered. Then I felt it. Something unfamiliar. Powerful. Like an electric pull dragging me toward him, sinking beneath my skin and settling deep in my chest. It terrified me. “I can help you,” he said calmly. “My name is Alpha Xarvier.” He moved closer again, reaching into his pocket. My breath caught as he pulled out a key and let it dangle before my eyes. Then he held out his hand steady, patient.

“Not yet.” But Xander shook off her arm, tugged a shirt on, bare feet slapping against stone, down the spiral stairs, into the echo of the foyer. The door opened with a groan. The figure outside was small, shrouded in plastic, but when it looked up the face was sharp, lips cracked with cold. Genderless, ageless. “Xander?” the figure said. He nodded. The stranger handed him a thin plastic parcel, blue tape curling from the edge. The paper inside was waterproofed, edges sealed with the symbol of the Children’s Congress—a single eye, weeping stylized rays. That froze him. He hadn’t needed to see it again, not ever.

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.

I called out, my voice small and terrified. There was no answer. I waded through the muck, my hands digging into the charred remains of the ivory petals. I pulled back a layer of smoking fiber, and there, lying in the center of the wreckage, was Xander. He was alive, but he was changed. The orange brand was gone, but in its place, right over his heart, was a singular, glowing mark: a circle with thirteen points. He had taken the Fourteenth’s mark, but he had grounded it. He had turned the hive-mind’s power into a human pulse.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

A new encrypted file has just been dropped into my private inbox from an unknown relay within Nightfall Territory. I open the file, expecting another threat from Seraphina or a pack ledger update from Jaxen. Instead, a high-resolution medical document fills the screen, stamped with the official seal of the Varkane Medical Reserve. My eyes scan the bold red text at the top of the report, and the world completely stops spinning. My blood turns to absolute ice. My heart freezes in my chest. Patient Name: Xender Stormriven Biological Markers: True-Blood Omega Lineage

"Thank you for everything Kharl Axiel." Kharl stood still and watched him pack up his luggage and walked out of the door without looking back. Two drops of tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped them off with her right arm as she walked to the window. She stood there and watched Marcelo walk deep into the woods, and never looked back. When she had no sight of Marcelo, she walked to the scrolls, sat beside it; then she picked it up and unfolded it reluctantly. 'HAPPY IS THE MAN WHO HAS BROKEN THE CHAINS WHICH HURT THE MIND AND HAS GIVEN UP WORRYING ONCE AND FOR ALL.'