Scp-124 Novels & Stories

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

“Scarlett’s proxies aren’t just programs—they’ve hijacked agencies, assets. Digital and flesh.” “Which means she’s not dead,” Liam said, jaw clenched. “She’s not alive either,” Tamar added from across the room. “We’re dealing with a consciousness embedded in code. A synthetic shadow of her mind.” Richter stepped forward, grim as ever. “We need to strike before she stabilizes.” I looked up. “How?” He tapped the map projected on the center table. “A fragment of her was traced to the Zenith Vault in Zurich. If she consolidates her presence there, she can rebuild physically.”

Chapter 60 Dickson & Daisy's POV | Rosa & Lycan's POV DICKSON "She’s not herself," I said, backing away slowly. "Daisy, don't move too fast." Zuri stood rigid, that eerie blue glow pulsing behind her eyes. Her hands trembled at her sides, fingers twitching like she was fighting something inside her. "Zuri," Daisy whispered. "It’s me. It's Mommy." She didn’t blink. "Subject 12. Parameters reinitialized. Defensive sequence: standby."

Boyd veered and jump down from the table he sat while Red Mantis breathe heavily and walked towards the figure who seemed to be some kind of Computer tech genius "Seir, some minutes ago, our devices seems to have took some readings on some weird energy coming out at the 4th floor and now that I had just looked into it, there seems to be some unknown Intruders and I found this!" The figure explained and clicked some few buttons while the computer screen before him flickered and then brought up a video that displayed on its screen. "What..... the hell.... Is that?" Red Mantis cooed and gasped as he stared at the screen, there standing at the screen was Scott and Whyte who seemed to have just a

The system was designed to detect ghosts — students who’d vanished but weren’t supposed to. Her name flashed again. SOPHIA MAKINDE — STATUS: ALIVE A male voice in the dark swore under his breath. He clicked the command prompt. Initiate: Containment Protocol Code: “CRIMSON WAKE” Behind the hum of servers, a second monitor showed another girl’s profile now tagged: HELENA JAMES — POTENTIAL INFECTED The machine made no sound. But someone watching was already picking up the phone. Back in Madrid — Sophia’s Small Apartment

Jason whispered. Eric moved to one of the sealed pods, wiping off the frost-covered nameplate. Sonia’s breath caught. Daniel Woods. “No way,” Echo gasped. But the pod was empty. She staggered back, heart thundering. “They kept him here.” “Which means he got out,” Eric said. Echo pulled up the files from a terminal. “They archived him as ‘Lost Subject 4D-X2’… but look at this. He hacked their system from the inside before escaping. Left a trail buried in dummy protocols.”

Something in-between. I follow the sound through the ruins, down into a lower tunnel that miraculously survived the blast. It’s dark, wet, and cold, the walls humming faintly with residual power. At the end of the passage, a door stands slightly ajar. I push it open. Inside is a small containment chamber, flickering with emergency lights. In the center — a single cryo-pod, cracked but intact. The label glows faintly: Subject 014. My heart stutters.

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.