Scp-090 Novels & Stories

The strange symbol on the baby’s forehead had begun glowing. The underground chamber responded. Lights flickered on one by one. Then a screen appeared on the far wall. A single sentence appeared. TARGET ACQUIRED. Seraphina froze. Another line appeared. ORIGINAL TARGET: LUCIEN VIRELLI. Her heart dropped. Victor stared at the screen. “No…” A third line appeared. SECONDARY TARGET: SERAPHINA SERAEL VALE. Then another. TERTIARY TARGET: SUBJECT ZERO-D. Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

The person vanished like a bubble. “Shit…” he muttered. His gaze settled on Odette who was still unconscious despite the ruckus happening earlier. As he gently pulled her out of the sack, he noticed a certain sticker on her neck which he gently took off and read. “Quatre vingt quinze,” he read the numbers that were written in the sticker which is ‘0095’ and he noticed a black snake-shaped logo. If my speculations were right, this girl is the 95th one.

Gone were any semblance of intelligence or even wildness - instead there was an emptiness that was accompanied by a distant bloodlust. “By the way,” said the Director. “Thank you for bringing subject X99 with you. She’s my finest experiment, and this is an excellent opportunity to awaken her.” The Director then raised a gauntleted arm, and curled his hand into a fist. In that exact moment, a tone echoed out all around the room, which pierced the wolves’ minds. It tore through their psyches like a blade, even as the Director himself laughed at Freya and Lucifer’s predicament.

A beat of silence, filled only by the faint sound of his structured breathing on the other end of the line. “We located a concealed refrigeration unit. Behind a false panel in the master bedroom walk-in. It’s keyed to a biometric lock.” My grip tightened on the phone. The leather of the seat creaked under my other hand. “And?” “We bypassed it. The interior temperature is holding at 3.2 degrees Celsius.” Another pause, the sound of a gloved hand handling something. “We have one vial, partially used. The label reads Thaumatin-9. Syringes and solvent buffers are present.”

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003

When the doors opened, it felt like opening the mouth of something dead. The lab swallowed them whole. Cold metal corridors. Empty rooms. The hum of generators still barely alive, like the place had been waiting. Cassian moved fast. Dahlia followed, eyes hard. Anais gripped Maris’s hand tightly. They reached a control room. Dust covered the desk, but the monitors flickered when Cassian powered them on. Old feeds. Files. And then—on the center screen—a name blinked alive. SUBJECT 0-A Anais stared.

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

It led her to a locked steel door. Behind it, a cold chamber hummed with quiet power. She stepped inside. And froze. At the center of the room, floating inside a cryo-stasis tank, was a man. Tall. Pale. With circuitry etched across his bare chest. Subject 01: Kael Prototype. The moment she approached, his eyes snapped open. Alma staggered back. Julian burst in behind her, weapon drawn. “Who the hell is that?” he asked. The chamber began to shake. Lights flickered.

CHAPTER 49 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED GABRIEL Alex, Neo, and I split up as we reached the house. We went hunting for our targets whose uniforms we could take. When I caught sight of mine, I moved in silence and only when I stood close behind him did I speak in a whispered voice, “Hello there, your shift ends now, time for you to take a nap” I put my hands around his neck and pressed the pressure points till he was unconscious. I quickly stripped him of his uniform and put it on. I dragged his limp body and placed him out of sight. Our men were

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”