Scp-229 Novels & Stories

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

The white-yellow ceiling lights suddenly turned red, making me feel uncomfortable in the stall. "ALERT! PLEASE STAY WHERE YOU ARE. AN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN IS TAKING PLACE. SUBJECT MM2077 HAS ESCAPED FROM HIS CELL."

"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."

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

Somewhere high above, Maddox bellowed: "Security breach in Sublevel Nine. Contain the asset." Asset. That was all she was to them but to me, she was everything. The final door required biometric access. I grasped the guard I'd released a second ago and pressed his palm on the reader. The lock closed. It was colder in here and darker. Monitors lined all four walls, with images of brains and heat maps. She lay on a metal table now—bound down, wires on her temples and an IV delivering who-knew-what into her veins.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

The sound of it—metal screaming open—echoed like a dying animal. Eden and Cassel crept forward, peering through the crack in the wall. Inside, they saw it: a capsule. Nine feet tall. Frosted glass. Wires running like veins into the floor. And inside it… a body. Pale. Unmoving. Genderless. Eyes shut. Tubes in every vein. Cassel’s breath hitched. “He didn’t just steal data. He stole life.” “What is that?” Cassel pulled her back. “We leave. Now.”

Sadow was known for working with rogues, hybrids, humans, and other creatures like Twenty-Nine. The only one I could trust was the Beta, my mate. I could recognize his scent, I would know if he was real or not. I just hoped he would show mercy and help me. Help my son. No matter what happened to me he had to be kept safe. Twenty-Nine was obviously under orders to eliminate any witnesses or threats. He killed Bram. I didn’t know if he had killed the two men they were accusing me of killing. But I wouldn’t doubt it.

Like her mind was trying to understand that the child suffering onscreen had truly been her. She rewound the footage slightly. Watched it again. The small shaking hands. The crying. The blood. The laughter. Emily gripped the desk harder until her knuckles whitened beneath the gloves. Then suddenly another file resting nearby caught her attention. SUBJECTS 19 & 22 — ROGUE STATUS. Her chest tightened immediately. This was about Damien and Zane. She opened it quickly. Inside were kill directives. Orders authorizing immediate termination upon sight. Threat classification: Extreme.

"Don't. Just run. Take the sled in the back. Tessa knows the way." "I'm done running from men in suits," I said. I reached for the collar. My fingertips brushed the cold metal, and a surge of static electricity threw me back against the stone hearth. The room spun. My stomach cramped with a sharp, warning pain that made me cry out. Not now, I pleaded with the life inside me. Just five more minutes. "Target 802 pulse erratic," the speakers hissed. "Extraction protocol: Alpha. Execute." The silver blade hovering over Tessa’s throat dropped.