Scp 099 Novels & Stories

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.”

"Then we will keep it quiet. Just until you reach Zadok. He is eventually going to come back, Sandra. You know he would." I wanted to believe her. But a small terrified part of me wondered if he would see this as a trap, something that ruined everything he'd worked for. "Are you even sure? The test might be wrong." "I tried four different ones." The tears flowed freely now. "How about that?" I watched her battle with her own confused mind. "I would help you reach him," Maya said firmly. "We would find a way. I promise." I nodded, tears burning. "Thank you."

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."

"I am returning to Zurich tomorrow." He replied quickly. "Not staying a few more days?" "No. Things here are finished." I deleted Enzo's number. I deleted Rosalina's. I deleted Alberto's. My contact list was empty. A month later, I was sitting in my office in Zurich when an email arrived from Rosalina. It was long. I did not open it. I deleted it. Another came the next day. From Alberto. I deleted that one too. The day after that, Enzo wrote.

Another partially recovered file appeared beneath the project description. Subject Registry Victor opened it. A list of identification numbers appeared. Not names. Just codes. S-V-001 S-V-002 S-V-003 Each entry contained status notes. Most were labeled the same way. Trial failure Victor frowned slightly. He continued scrolling. S-V-009 — Trial failure S-V-012 — Trial failure S-V-015 — Trial failure The pattern continued down the list. Failure. Failure. Failure. Victor leaned back slightly. “Looks like the experiment didn’t work.”

​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...]

"Graves wasn't burying her life. He's financing the program that's doing this." Asher's jaw tightened. "You're sure?" Damien snapped a hazy picture—Graves, lab jacket, behind a partition of glass, Cassandra in the background. Asher's hands stirred. "Then we incinerate him first." They didn't sleep that night. They rebuilt. Reloaded. Recalibrated. Asher hacked into an Emberlight subnetwork, tracing shuttles left Facility Delta-9 in the last two months. There was one hit. "Transport TH-990, encrypted, doubled back, final destination: coordinates cleaned," Asher explained to him.

Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her skin. Twenty minutes passed. Her body started to shut down. She couldn’t speak anymore—her jaw just wouldn’t move. Her temperature kept dropping. Curling up on the floor, Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one key to the walk-in freezer, and Claire had it. Which meant Zoey’s chances of getting out alive were close to zero. She truly hadn't expected Claire's obsession to reach such a disturbing level. All over a pair of earrings—just earrings—and Claire had tried to kill her.