Scp-109 Novels & Stories

The alarms blared. Red light swept across the lab, painting the glass walls in flashes. Dr. Hattie Quinn's hands shook as she typed into the terminal. “No, no, no, containment was secure.” Her throat felt tight. “It was secure.” A shadow moved beyond the glass in a predatory movement. Then he stepped into view. Subject X-9. He shouldn’t have looked so… human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with silver veins glowing faintly under his skin. His eyes were wrong though, they were a burning gold and were locked on her as if she were prey.

“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

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

As if left by fangs. Chapter 9 coming soon.

He located the origin of the scent immediately. It was coming from a small woman who stood in the doorway of a hidden room, blocking the entry. In front of her was a large man with shaggy blonde hair, clad only in dark jeans. He held her arms in a painful grip and pulled her forward so far, she was on her tiptoes. William’s nose instantly marked him for what he was. Werewolf.

The silver spear bit into my shoulder, pinning me against the cold metal wall. I screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the splash below. My arms went empty. The weight of my son, the only thing that kept me sane, was gone. I watched Leo’s small body vanish into the deep, swirling red of the blood pit. "Leo!" I roared. The man who used to be Malakor stepped forward, his violet screen flickering. He raised his second spear, the tip dripping with black poison. "Subject 101. Extraction failed. Proceeding to total deletion."

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

The Nightmare Master stated, his voice echoing all around me. I instantly dropped the monstrous guitar in my hands and fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face freely without worrying that the Nightmare Master would stop them. During the first couple of trials, I would just sit down in this room and cry, letting the tears that the Nightmare Master wouldn't let me cry fall. I had completely forgotten about the man in front of mental I felt something sharp touching the top of my head. I didn't care, nor did I even raise my head when I said the next words. “Please, I'm sick and tired of him forcing me to be Siren. Maybe if it's someone trying to kill me instead of myself, he'll actually l

“That’s the spirit. You’ll need it. Kael doesn’t just run Zone 10 he decides who moves up and who stays trapped forever.” “Then I’ll beat his system,” I said through gritted teeth. “Good luck with that,” Nova said, smirking. “People have tried. Nobody’s ever gotten past him.” I looked back at the glowing phone in my hand. My ID pulsed faintly: K-1087 – Zone 1. Somewhere deep in this place, that Kael must be watching. And I could almost feel his gaze with that stupid smirk on his face as i stared at his portrait.