Scp-109 Novels & Stories

he gave out a cold shuffle walking inside with Isabella quietly behind him. When she walked inside the chambers it was less horrific than what she had imagined. Albert was tied up to a chair in the middle of the chambers but he had not been bruised or hurt in any way, though the room still smells like the pungent blood mixed with the strong bleach like somebody had tried to clean up the pungent smell of blood with the bleach. on either side of the room was Jaden and James with their faces looking grim as ever as their mob boss finally walked in walking straight towards the chair right In front of Albert, there were also two other men on the corner of room that Isabella didn't knew about but

His eyes were rolled back in his head, and he was chanting a sequence of numbers in a language I didn't recognize. ​"What is he doing?" I whispered, my heart hammering. ​"He's not chanting," Dr. Hestia said, emerging from the shadows with a look of pure horror. "He's receiving. Someone has bypassed your scramble, Nora. Someone is uploading a new protocol directly into their neural links." ​On the wall, the numbers Leo was reciting began to appear in blood-red text. ​PROTOCOL: KRONOS. TARGET: 0-1.

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

scrolled by in an endless, tragic loop. Subject 04: Cognitive Collapse at 42%. Subject 09: Neural Hemorrhage at 58%. Subject 14: Personality Dissolution at 71%. "He was trying to build a god," Elena said, her voice trembling. "He didn't care how many girls he broke to do it." She walked toward a heavy, pressurized door at the end of the hall marked COLD STORAGE. Before Alexander could warn her, she pressed her palm to the scanner. The door hissed open, revealing a chamber filled with hundreds of floor-to-ceiling glass tubes.

All of them had white hair. "They were trying to clone you," Leo whispered, horrified. "They were trying to replicate the royal line." At the very end of the hall was a pod glowing with an intense blue light. The name on the monitor read: ASTRA. SUBJECT 001. I touched the glass. The girl inside looked no older than sixteen. Her eyes snapped open—they weren't gold. They were a piercing, frozen blue. The glass shattered before I could even pull my hand away.

Nevan whispered. The word felt foreign, a jagged stone in his mouth. He looked for the manual release, his heart thumping a frantic, human rhythm. He didn't see the Shadow Cabinet members watching from the observation deck above. He didn't see the red light flickering on the side of the tank. Condition: Subject Alpha 0. Identity: Silas. Status: Activation sequence initiated. The amber gel began to drain. The tubes hissed as they detached from the man’s chest. The glass of the tank didn't slide open; it shattered outward, the pressure sending a wave of fluid across the floor.

Something escaped from that tank and killed him. Harper picked up the clipboard from the skeleton's hand. The last entry was scribbled in shaky handwriting: Subject 001 has breached containment. Protocol failed. May God forgive us. - A.S. "Subject 001?" Harper read aloud. A noise came from the darkness at the back of the lab. Scrape. Scrape. Like claws on metal. The three of them went dead silent. They weren't alone. "Louis," Sebastian unholstered his gun, his hand steady despite the shock. "You said the lab was abandoned."

"Open it." Celeste's hands trembled as she broke the seal. Inside were dozens of documents. Medical records. Brain scans. Lists of names. She found hers first. Subject Twelve. Real name: Celeste Veritas. Age at enrollment: eight years old. "Eight," she whispered. "I was only eight." Damien read over her shoulder. His body went stiff. "What?" Celeste looked at him. He pointed to a signature at the bottom of her intake form. Dr. Marcus Kavanagh, Project Director.

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”