Scp-124 Novels & Stories

My stomach twitched. "Where were these taken?" "Facility Alpha," Leo says. "Constructed beneath the Ashcroft orphanage in Ukraine. Closed now. But there's a survivor." "Who?" I ask sharply He answered. "Pandora." I can't breathe. "She was Subject Twelve. Overcame the serum trials. Escaped. Changed her name. Married Larsson's brother." My pulse thunders. "Julian." Leo nods. "And she's missing again." I rise to my feet. "We find her."

A message scrolled across them in cold silver letters: ERROR: DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED REAPERS ACTIVE: TARGET ACQUIRED PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: KAIA-07 My blood turned to ice. That's when I saw them on the security feeds. Five black shapes moving like living shadows. No faces. No features. Just darkness wrapped in human form. One stopped directly in front of a camera. It had no eyes, but I felt it looking at me through the screen. It tilted its head like it was curious about something. Then the feed died. Subject 13 shivered beside me. "They're close. I can feel their code. It's like winter."

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."

From the inside, Dante’s scouts reported, it was a nightmare. “Forty-two guards,” Dante briefed us in the war room, his voice carrying the calm authority of someone who’d planned raids his entire life. “Twelve are supernatural, enhanced humans, mostly. The rest are military. Three witch sentinels maintain the outer wards. The internal layout suggests four underground levels. Medical on level two, containment on three, research on four.” “Research,” I whispered, that word making my stomach turn. “That’s where they’d keep Ash.” “Level four, yes.” Dante’s ice-blue eyes found mine across the map, and something in his expression softened, just barely, just enough to notice. “We’ll get him back, L

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

Ten minutes later, the lobby of Grand Summit Residence fell into a silent tension. Mr. Cooper, Dr. Lynch, and the Riverson couple stood in the center, their faces as pale as chalk. Around them, armed SWAT officers were on high alert. The massive lobby screen was split into three frames. On the left, Zeke struggled to breathe in the hidden chamber of Unit 1204. In the center, Matthew was tied to a chair in my living room. On the right, a five-minute countdown clock glared in bright red.

he said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. His Beta appeared in the doorway. He was out of his suit, dressed in dark clothes. He looked like a soldier, which he was. "The reports from Level 42 are bad. Focus is down. Aggression is up. The wolves near her station are on edge. It's like a mental allergy." "Her name is Nyxara," Rhydian said, still not looking away from the city. "The anomaly," Kellan corrected, his voice careful. "She's a disruption. What are your orders?"