Scp-109 Novels & Stories

The creature was now, securely trapped within the confines of the Stress Harvesting zone. Meanwhile in another location. The dialogue between Oswald the Stranger and his superior transpired: A dark, sinister truth was revealed by the telepathic voice; that said: ‘Agent 01 of Chaos, good job! The Outsiders infecting the human's are now providing superior results — for the energy levels, of the world’s beyond' That voice in Oswald the Stranger’s head belonged to the Alien Supreme Master, who was speaking directly by telepathy to Oswald. The Stranger Oswald, was also known as the Agent 01 – the Agent of Chaos.

No matter how handsome he is, I shouldn't be dazzled because he seems to be the one who kidnapped me. I don't know what he needs from me. I just saw him now so it's impossible that I'm in arrears with him and even though I'm artistic and cursed, I'm not that bad to be kidnapped! But maybe he's one of my creepy stalkers? I was startled when our eyes met again. He smirked as he looked at my body as if he could see me undressed in front of him. I couldn't wrap my arms around my body, so I backed away. I was only a few steps away but I immediately stopped because my body seemed to stiffen, my legs stopped walking on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

Edmund looked around since in the call Daniel had said he would see him behind the principal entrance in the factory he worked at. “This life isn’t a bad as you think.” “I prefer not to say anything. Anyways, let’s start talking about what I’m here.” Edmund said taking the yellow folder he had bought with him. “Here’s all the information you asked about the woman, Rebecca Osara is her name and Rud Osara her son’s name. You’re not going to believe this, Mr. Muriel.” “Tell me! Don’t make me imagine.” “She belonged to the Osara family.” “What?”

“In that 10%…are our objective is fulfilled?..” “[In those 10% they have already showed an early sign of PTSD…submissive behaviour and non resistance mentality and demeanour…they are safe to be left behind, Master…]”.(T.A.S) “..Good…then, stopped all action at once…and start the detainment process…”.

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

Subject 03A Codename: "Gabriel" Status: Retained – Off-grid Project Role: Behavioral Prototype – Enhanced Charisma / Empathic Control Noted behavior: Obedient. Cold. Hyper-intelligent. Potentially volatile. Last logged location: The Vault (Site-9) There was a single image attached. Then my breath became shallow immediately I saw the image, it reminded me of someone. He was really charming with caramel skin, jet-black hair, and those haunting silver-blue eyes.

As the Static Blanket dissolved, the vacuum left behind was filled with a new kind of sound, a high-pitched, metallic whine that vibrated in the teeth of every shifter in the city. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Chiyoda plaza, his boots crunching on the glass shards of the Ghost-Tower. Around him, millions of people were stumbling out of buildings, clutching their heads, their neural-links glowing white-hot as they disconnected from the Architect’s grid. ​"Leo, we have to move," Ren shouted, his eyes fixed on his frequency-mapper. "The Shadow Council isn't just sending drones. They’ve triggered Protocol 99." ​"What is Protocol 99?" Maya asked, her golden Force flaring as she shielded a

Project Halo had to be in there somewhere. In one hand, she carried a memory scanner. In the other, her fear. But she didn’t hesitate. Because this was no longer about answers. It was about reclaiming control. She found the mainframe beneath the biometric chamber. Silver wires stretched from the walls like veins, pulsing softly. Ophelia plugged in the device and began scanning the database. Names flew across the screen. Carl Maddox. Subject 04. Immune to psychic abilities. Recruited at age 7 after maternal sacrifice.

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."