Scp-118 Novels & Stories

[Author's note: All the dialogues enclosed within asterisk are commmunicated through telepathy. So, even if the words said, roared, etc are used it is to be assumed that they are communicated through telepathy!] R-18 was busy working on the new project, assigned to him by his master when his mate S-15 mind-linked. *Your hostage is causing a ruckus. She has come out of the cell. Unfortunately, F-20 has seen this. You know how much he hates humans. I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you*

“They want a reclaiming. They’re not attacking the Council nor humans; they’re coming for me.” “Why?” I looked at the last blinking light on the screen. Because I wasn’t the last Echo. Because I was the one who lived. And Subject One wasn’t trying to kill me. He was trying to correct me. That night, I sat alone in the medbay, staring at the old file I’d pulled from Malek’s restricted archives. Subject Eleven: NORA… my mother. Her name was Nora. The file was blurry and corrupted in places. But there were still fragments left—enough to make me wish I hadn’t looked.

“They sent it after the ones who fought back. To collect what was left.” The thing took a step forward. The ground shuddered under its weight. Ronan felt the chamber’s pull tighten again—not yanking, not dragging, but aligning. Testing responses. Measuring distance. “This isn’t the end of the lab,” he said quietly. “It’s the failsafe.” The construct stopped. Then tilted its head. And in a voice not spoken aloud—but pushed directly into Kiera’s mind—it said: “Subject Eleven. Return to position.” Kiera screamed silently as the pull surged.

The First Clue The files arrived faster than expected—an encrypted drive delivered in a locked metal case shortly after midnight. Holden didn’t go to his office. Instead, he opened the drive in the study connected to Elena’s room, keeping her close even while she slept. Lines of classified documents slid across the screen. Names. Dates. Medical scans. Confidential notes. Then— Holden froze. Unit List — Special Ward Project (Prototype Phase) A list of children with their assigned numbers. He found it. Unit 07: █████ █████ — Status: Transferred to Custodial Family Biological Parents: Class A Confidential

“Eleven confirmed. Nineteen probable. More unknown.” “And Subject One?” I looked at the first file. S-01. No origin listed. No family. No intake record. Only experimental notes beginning in the middle, as if the person had appeared already erased. “Nothing yet.” Elias’s fingers tapped once on the table. “There may be a pre-vault ledger.” Daniel frowned. “Where?” “Voss mentioned it once. Before subjects entered the war vault, they were processed through a temporary camp.” Elias’s eyes narrowed as he reached through memory. “Moonbreak Camp.”

I stepped closer, knife slipping from my belt. “K…kill—” The door creaked. Boots scuffed concrete. I froze. “Subject 11’s vitals spiked again,” a voice muttered. “Prep the sedative.” Bella’s chains clanked as she thrashed, a guttural growl building behind the wire. I fled. Silas

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

She didn’t trust her voice not to give away her fear anymore than she probably was doing. “We know you’re probably terrified right now but we promise we are not here to hurt you.” Sierra carried on when it was clear that Chloe wasn’t going to freely talk to them. “In fact, we’re here to try and help. Have you ever heard of the International Committee for Supernaturals?” Chloe shook her head again.

AVA I woke up with a strange feeling. It felt like someone was watching me. When I opened my eyes, I realized my instincts were right. A nightcrawler! His eyes are red and he’s watching me closely. I gasped and jumped up from the bed. I wanted to take my chances and run for it but the nightcrawler appeared before me in a matter of seconds, blocking me from my only exit.

“I will not lose him again.” Sebastian shivered at the sound of the tall boy’s voice. It was not the playful voice of a child, which they were accustomed to hearing, but that of a person who was ready to kill. “Let me take a look at Dorin,” said Benette beside him. “ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them.