Scp 099 Novels & Stories

Like seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

My script is running flawlessly, linking the aliases to the offshore accounts, mapping the network of untouchable billionaires and politicians who think they own the world. My spine aches. My eyes are burning so badly I can barely read the text, but the manic, vicious energy of the hunt keeps me locked in. I don't look at Kir. I don't look for his approval or his comfort. I just keep typing. "Got a hit on the Sector Nine delivery," Chana says suddenly. I stop typing. Ray leans forward. "The tail number traces back to a shell corporation registered in the Cayman Islands," Chana says, her dark eyes flicking rapidly across her screens.

And tomorrow, every detail of that statement would matter. His phone buzzed on the table. A text from Louis. 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. Dimitri typed a short reply: 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑.

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

Taking advantage of the moment they were fighting, I threw myself toward the wall and slammed my hand onto the red emergency alarm button. A piercing siren instantly echoed through the basement. Less than three seconds later, more dads stormed into the room. The battle ended half an hour later. All twelve infiltrators were captured, including the gym teacher. Inside the underground interrogation room, he sat tied to a chair, covered in blood, yet still grinning viciously. “We’re only the advance unit. The Scorpions’ main force has already gathered at the border, waiting for our signal. “You can’t protect that girl forever.”

Maya's Pov The lab was empty except for me and the machines humming away because nobody bothered to switch them off. I'd been staring at the monitor intently watching the loading sign and waiting for the time the results would finally pop up, my knee bouncing under the desk the whole time. Paternal Match: 99.9%.

You should have handed over what never belonged to you long ago. Lyralei: [Don't ever come back once you're gone. I'll give Gary plenty of pups. There won't be a place for you in the Snowclaw Pack anymore.] Garrick's eyes went bloodshot. His grip tightened until the phone creaked, as if it might shatter in his hand. "What else did you find?" he asked suddenly. His voice sounded eerily calm. The Beta swallowed and pulled out his own device, then brought up the estate's surveillance footage. On the screen, Lyralei's face looked twisted and ugly as she crouched in front of Moonlet.

Selena shrank into Hayden's arms, looking frightened. Hayden seemed a little stunned. "You two..." Selena grabbed Hayden's hand. "Hayden, please don't ask, okay? I..." I didn't want to watch Selena's act any longer, so I turned around to leave. Hayden grabbed me again. "I don't care what your relationship is. You bumped into someone, so you should apologize. Selena is a doctor. Her hands are very important, and they almost got hurt just now."

The laboratory on the fifth basement level of the Montgomery Building was bone-chillingly cold, a subterranean tomb of glass and silicon. Under Zero's frantic guidance, Sophia finally stood before the "Root Server," a monolithic black pillar pulsating with a ghostly, rhythmic blue light. The air was thick with the acrid, metallic scent of electrical overload, and the countdown on her HUD had entered its final three minutes—00:02:59.