Scp-109 Novels & Stories

"The biological sensors are picking up a 'Culling Frequency' from the triangular ship. The creature is trying to detach itself from the peak. It wants to flee back into the dark!" ​"Hold it together, Harl!" I roared, my hands fusing with the central trunk of the Grove. ​I felt the mercury in my blood accelerate, the violet lattice pulsing with a new, intrusive stream of data. A window popped up on my internal HUD, a file I hadn't seen in a lifetime. It was a digital copy of my own medical residency papers from the university, annotated in a clinical, multifaceted script. ​Subject 09-Elara. Potential: High. Resistance to Conformity: Critical.

I kept myself busy in the kitchen, deliberately making loud noises as I arranged the glasses to vent my frustration. Skyden was busy unpacking large boxes in the living room, ignoring me as if I weren't even there. Whenever we passed each other, I'd deliberately bump into his shoulder hard, and he'd just snort under his breath. Amid that "cold war," I caught sight of an elegant black brochure lying on the marble table: Echelon Nine Living Manual. I read it slowly while standing at the kitchen counter, skimming past the section about the fitness center and spa until my eyes locked onto one rule printed in gold ink: every Wednesday at 11:00 PM, the basement area is closed to the public.

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

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.

“Ah, okay, I got it.” “Let’s enter the room.” Demetria stepped into the recently opened door. Clarice followed Demetria inside. What she saw inside the bare room shocked her. She expected an old casket in the middle of the room housing the vampire, but she saw a crystal-clear glass coffin. “Wow! So pretty! Who is she?” she asked, looking down at the beautiful woman lying inside the coffin, her eyes closed in eternal repose. “This is vampire beast Number 10,” Demetria replied.

Mina pressed a button, and the six red dots turned green. She put the tablet down, saluted Stella Grace respectfully, and reported expressionlessly, "I'm number 1666 from the special-forces military. Our leader ordered me to protect you and listen to your instructions. The room has been placed under surveillance. Everything is recorder and taped. Do you need to remove them right away?" "Oh, re... remove them then." Stella stammered, taken back. Stella's cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Jasper's call, she answered immediately.

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

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.