Scp-290 Novels & Stories

A document buried in a hidden folder marked only with a single character: E. Inside was a report. Name: Eden Kade. Status: Active anomaly. Purpose: Nullify Dormer Protocol if subject exhibits autonomous divergence. Directive: In the event of Dormer fall, Eden Kade to be monitored and either dismantled or recruited by Tier Zero command. Eden’s heart slammed in her chest. She wasn’t just created to continue Valeska. She was built as her fail-safe. A living contingency. Her breath caught as she saw the last line: > If Eden Kade survives protocol rupture, initiate contact with Lucien Black.

No goodbye. Just shadows. --- Back at the safe house, I gave the note to Mira. She read it, and went pale. “What is it?” I asked. “She’s right,” Mira said. “We missed something. There’s a second system.” “Where?” “In the old medical wing. Sector 9. Abandoned for years.” “Then we go,” I said. “No,” Mira said. “*You* go. I have to stay here and cover you.” I hesitated. “Alright. But if I’m not back—”

Ava's eyes widened. And finally, one last command appeared. REPLACE. The moment she read it, the entire underground chamber awakened. A voice filled the darkness. Not Zero. Not Cain. Not Genesis. Something deeper. Something ancient. “SUBJECT ZERO IDENTIFIED.” Zero smiled. “SUBJECT TWENTY-THREE IDENTIFIED.” Ava's blood ran cold. The voice continued. “ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS: FOUND.” Ava looked at Zero. Zero looked back. Then the system spoke its final command.

"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."*

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 raised his satellite phone to his ear and spoke in a low, emotionless tone: “The target is securely inside the cage. Rebirth Phase Two: Host Integration. Initiate twenty-four-hour surveillance. Do not make contact or interfere until the child is born. That child… is the true subject we have been waiting for these past thirty years.” The mysterious figure vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a threat far greater and more terrifying than anything Mavric and Liora had faced so far a dark cloud looming over the “normal” life they had only just begun to build. END OF CHAPTER 170.

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 seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

I’m sitting on the bench at the side of the hall, technically not involved, very much involved, with my phone in my lap, doing what I always do when I’m thinking: making lists. notes for thesis (definitely not a thesis anymore): - kills targeting patrol wolves specifically. rotating schedule. Someone knows the schedule. - mole still active. A different number than Petra — second contact. - Brennan: 22. Northern Watch. means they’re testing different quadrants. - They want something specific, not just bodies. What’s the signal? “You’re taking notes.” I look up. One of the enforcers — tall, dark-haired, with the flat, suspicious stare I’m getting used to — is looking at my phone like it person

“My name is Alex Sterling. Release me right now or you will regret the day you touched me.” The doctor smiled thinly, as if my words amused him. “You are no longer the heir to anything, Subject Zero. You are the first successful second differentiation. Most subjects died during the transition. Your survival makes you invaluable.” He gestured to the technicians. They wheeled over a tray of instruments. Needles, scanners, and devices I did not recognize. One of them inserted a fresh IV line into my arm. The cold fluid burned as it entered my veins. I pulled against the straps again. “You have no idea who you are dealing with. Marcus Blackthorn will tear this place apart when he finds me. And h