Scp-297 Novels & Stories

"The boy bypassed a secure municipal grid in under ten seconds. His coding signature matches the incident at the Arctic Core five years ago." "And the girl?" A distorted voice replied from the speakers. The man switched cameras to the video of Mia hitting Julian with a shoe. "Subject Beta. Highly aggressive. Protective instincts confirmed. No overt powers displayed yet." "What about Subject Gamma?" "The little one? Aurora?" The man zoomed in on the black SUV leaving the school. Through the tinted windows, thermal imaging showed a small heat signature radiating intense energy—hotter than a normal human. "Subject Gamma is a nuclear reactor," the man whispered. "Energy readings are off the char

Like something had crawled out and skittered into the main intake vents. Anji stepped into the center of the room. The static he’d been fighting all day peaked here, a screeching crescendo that forced him to his knees. He gripped his head, his vision turning to jagged slices of red light. Through the blur, he saw a flickering projection against the far wall—the terminal logs, left running since Sutherland’s demise. Gen-Zero Experiment: Neural Syphon. Target: Sustenance via consciousness transfer. Current Host Status: Parasitic.

The soldiers guarding me froze, their tactical visors flickering as a massive electromagnetic pulse rolled through the hangar, instantly short-circuiting their secondary weapons. Malakai snapped his head back toward the laboratory corridor, his arrogant smile completely vanishing as his amber eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated panic. “What the hell was that? Did the rebels detonate the reactor?” “No, sir...” a tech specialist stammered, staring at a static-filled wrist-monitor. “The biological signature... it’s coming from inside the extraction chamber. It’s... it’s off the charts. It’s not matching any known shifter DNA!”

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.**

The cabin shook as something massive slammed into it—splintering the wall behind them. “We go now,” Holt growled. But then a voice cried out from the woods. Not feral. Not Circle. Just broken. “E-113!” Evelyn froze. She stepped into the doorway. And saw him—a limping young man, maybe twenty, arms soaked in blood. One eye missing. Collar still fused to his neck. “Don’t shoot,” he begged. “I’m not like them. I remember you. From the Center.” She stared. “Subject K-027,” he said, choking back a sob. “You used to read to us. You were the only one who didn't scream when the lights came on. Please…”

I opened the next document, another fragment, this one tagged Incident Report, RDM-47B. It contained only a few sentences: “During containment, subject displayed uncontrollable electromagnetic discharge. Room temperature dropped by 15 degrees within seconds. When conscious, subject described recurring visions of a burning field and a girl made of gold. Council observer recommends continued sedation until resonance levels stabilise.” I felt the blood drain from my face. The “burning field,” the “girl made of gold.” Rain. That was Rain. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. The laptop hummed quietly, a low electronic heartbeat in the silence.

"EMMET ISLINGTON, FORMER HEAD SCIENTIFIC DIRECTOR AT A MILLITARY RESEARCH FACILITY SIMILAR TO THIS ONE, KEPT EXTENSIVE RECORDS THAT WERE HIDDEN AWAY WITHIN HIS OFFICE, AND ENCRYPTED. THE DISCOVERY OF THE DOCUMENTS AND THE EVENTUAL DECRPYTION LATER PROVIDED VALUABLE INFORMATION OF THE INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS 'RED_TWO', AN INDIVIDUAL THAT WE BECAME AWARE OF AND ALLOWED TO CONTRIBUTE HIS EFFORTS ONTO THE TIME TRAVEL PROJECT AND THEN ALLOW TO KILL ONE OF OUR OWN TO ESCAPE US." "NOTES CEASE TO EXIST ON WHAT WOULD HAPPEN AFTER THIS INCIDENT, AND WE TOOK HIM INTO CONFINEMENT, FULLY ANTICIPATING HIS DEATH TO EXTRACT THE INFORMATION ACCUMULATED WITHIN HIS BRAIN AFTER HIS BODY HAD FAILED ON SITE. THAT IS

Once she found what she was looking for, she sent the data immediately to Freya and Lucifer. — Raijin: I have located your Varulv. Raijin: It should be roughly across the floor from you. Raijin: Station 27-V. Raijin: I will unlock its restraints in roughly fifteen seconds. Lucifer: Can you do something about all this security? Lucifer: Makes me nervous. Raijin: The floor’s security sensors will be ours in seven seconds. Raijin: Then you can do whatever you wish. Lucifer: What, like have a stroll?

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”