Scp-297 Novels & Stories

He looks like a man who has been chasing a ghost for a long time and just confirmed it was real. “The child is protecting her,” Vane continues. “Or she’s teaching it how to hunt. We can’t tell which without—” “Thank you, Marcus.” Damian ends the call. On his screen, a new notification has assembled: TARGET SYNC: 42%. WARNING—SOVEREIGN MANIFESTATION DETECTED. He stands there for a moment, looking at the nursery door, at the seam of light beneath it, at the woman on the other side he could end with a single order. Then he deletes the alert.

“Go see him, I will bring her in a moment. Let's see if you live or die first.” Their conversation was odd, but things weren't looking good for the man who was called Twenty-Nine. An odd name for someone. And odder were the features of both men. I may not be connected to my wolf, but I didn’t need shifter abilities to recognize that these two men were not… usual. Their skin was pale grey, and their eyes, though different colors were both strange shades of yellow and pale blue. Noses were flat and chins pointed. Twenty-Nine had a shade of brown hair, whereas the other man had a shade of pale blond. Everything on them just looked dim. As if all their color had been washed out.

Names began to scroll. Personality Templates: • MIA – Conflict Mediator • REX – Executive Strategist • LENA – Emotional Core Support • GRAY – Security Compliance Elias stiffened. “GRAY?” Charlotte zoomed in. A Ward-series clone. Active. Suddenly, Shade’s voice hit the channel. Urgent. “We have movement. You’ve got heat signatures shifting back to corridor C-9. Someone’s staying behind.” Elias froze. “Who?” “Looks like an admin override user.”

As the Static Blanket dissolved, the vacuum left behind was filled with a new kind of sound, a high-pitched, metallic whine that vibrated in the teeth of every shifter in the city. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Chiyoda plaza, his boots crunching on the glass shards of the Ghost-Tower. Around him, millions of people were stumbling out of buildings, clutching their heads, their neural-links glowing white-hot as they disconnected from the Architect’s grid. ​"Leo, we have to move," Ren shouted, his eyes fixed on his frequency-mapper. "The Shadow Council isn't just sending drones. They’ve triggered Protocol 99." ​"What is Protocol 99?" Maya asked, her golden Force flaring as she shielded a

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

We were no longer hiding in the mud; we were living inside a weapon. ​"The surgeons are moving," Leo announced, his eyes fixed on a monitor that flickered with low-frequency data. "They've abandoned the chemical dispersal. The orbital scans show a single, high-velocity signature descending toward the Ninth Peak. It isn't a cloud, and it isn't a ship. It's a localized gravity spike." ​"The scalpel," I whispered, my fingers tracing the new, metallic ridges of the control console.

Time blurred when he was asleep and I was trapped in the space between wanting to protect him and wanting to… No, Not tonight. Something shifted in the air. A pressure, A ripple. A disturbance in the outer shields.I snapped upright. Vale hadn’t left after all. He’d only pulled back far enough to mask his signature. Coward. I crossed the room silently and activated the secondary scanner embedded in the wall. The holographic interface glowed a dim red. ENERGY SIGNATURE DETECTED ALPHA CLASS IDENTIFICATION: UNKNOWN “Unknown,” I muttered. “My ass.” It was him, trying to sense Elias again.

Sable’s POV The helicopter sliced through the night sky like a black blade. I sat in the rear seat, eyes fixed on the monitor in front of me — a single flashing symbol: the serpent insignia of the Order, flickering like a heartbeat. “Data core transfer at ninety-eight percent,” the technician said nervously beside me. His hands shook as he worked. “We salvaged everything from the facility before the explosion, ma’am. The genetic archives, the experiment files, and—”

that was deleting the universe. The Call of the Others "Elara... I’m picking up a transmission," Julian’s voice flickered into her mind, sharper than ever. "It’s not coming from the Ring. It’s coming from the other Shells." A holographic display bloomed in the center of the Spire. Dozens of icons flickered to life. Shell 402-Beta (The Scorched): High-heat signatures, feline-predator silhouettes. Shell 99-Zeta (The Abyssal): Aquatic shifters, bioluminescent energy grids.

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”