Scp-229 Novels & Stories

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

"Check the safe behind Voss's portrait. It's... it's all there." Jeff's jaw tightened. "Trap." I was already moving. The portrait hung crookedly near the DNA sequencer—a younger Voss smirking beside a bassinet. The safe behind it opened with Nolan's keycode. Inside lay a single vial of blood and a leather-bound journal. The label on the vial read: Original Source - Daniela Perez. The journal fell open to a dog-eared page: *"The child resists the modifications. Her cellular structure rejects the enhancements. We must terminate and begin again with Subject D-29."*

Everything stills. The heart rate levels. The blue light in the pod stabilizes. And I freeze. What did I just do? Behind me, a sound. A soft electric click like a lock disengaging. I whirl around And the door at the end of the hallway slides open silently. Cold air spills out. Artificial. Chemical. Wrong. A silhouette stands there. Tall. Still. Watching me. Not Alexander. Not Clara. Someone else. The figure steps forward, robotic but precise. A security drone unfolds from the ceiling behind him like a spider dropping onto prey.

he immediately ordered, “Code Nine, you stay here. I want you to keep me in track with the attacker.” Both the pets nodded in unison before Asphalt ran towards the exit, leaving Code Nine alone in her place. Just as expected, when she woke up once again, we got attacked. The Phantoms can really spot her presence. They’re really wanting Xiao even though she was able to defeat them all before. But right now, things are no longer the same. Xiao would be put into great danger if she remains here in Universe XXII. Code Nine was in deep thoughts while she was doing The8’s orders. She was tracking the upcoming enemies through her radar. Her eyes widened at the sight of multiple trespassers coming t

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.

The whole lab seemed to quake with the weight of the assault. Yuri, Devin, and Naelle converged on their position from different wings. “We got the backup drives,” Naelle called. “Extraction point is three floors up!” But then—a screech. Not human. Mechanical. Something primal. A hulking figure burst from the far corridor—twisted metal, glowing eyes, stitched skin stretched across an artificial exoskeleton. Soo-ah’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” Devin grunted. “Project Nacht.”

They were trapped—not by their mother, but by the very thing they had spent their lives trying to master. "We have to get out of here," Pim said, lunging for the service elevator. "It's dead!" Chalida shouted, hammering the buttons. "Everything's dead!" The screens in the room suddenly went dark, and the lights dimmed to a flickering, ghostly blue. A voice—mechanical, synthesized, yet strangely familiar—echoed through the penthouse speakers. "Target identified," the voice said. "Phase two: Elimination." Pim looked at the countdown on her phone. 00:00:01. The lights went out completely.

The voice”her own voice, yet stripped of all warmth”had drifted from the darkness, but the source remained hidden behind the wall of canisters. She moved the light forward. In the canister nearest to her, a young woman slept”or was suspended”in a clear, viscous fluid. Her features were identical to Cattleya’s, down to the small, crescent-shaped birthmark on the left collarbone. The tag bolted to the base of the glass read: Subject: 402 - Termination Protocol: Failed. "I’m not¦ I’m not a copy," Cattleya whispered, her voice cracking. The sound was swallowed by the vast, oppressive silence of the vault.

Deep, desperate scratch marks made by human fingernails and wolf claws. I stopped walking. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. “Subject 42 is ready for the serum,” a voice echoed in my head. It wasn't a real voice. It was a memory. It was Voss’s voice from a year ago. I looked at the metal table nearest to me. There were thick leather straps attached to the corners. They were stained dark brown. “Hold her down. This will burn, Amaya, but it will make you perfect.”

she asked, her heart rate spiking on the monitor. Rage’s grip on her hand tightened. "Marcus found a ghost signal in the service elevator an hour ago. Someone bypassed the biometric scan by using a synthetic thumbprint—a high-end job. They’re already inside the tower, hiding in the 'dead zones' where the cameras don't reach." "And you're sitting here with me?" Sabizina tried to sit up, a flash of panic in her eyes. "Rage, the nursery! The life support systems—if they cut the power to this suite—"