Scp-336 Novels & Stories

"Three powers means a tribrid. They don't exist, Commander." "They do now," Jordan replied, tapping the folder with one finger. "The Council issued a kill order ten minutes ago. No capture, no questions, no exceptions. The creature ran into the Deadwoods, and we have reports that Alpha Brecken of Ironveil and the King of Midnight City are already there looking for her. If she isn't killed soon, things are going to get out of control." I slowly put the cloth down and reached for the folder, opening it. Inside was a photograph taken from far away.

The flickering monochrome green text on the pre-war monitor seemed to bleed into the stagnant darkness of the subterranean corridor. ​WARNING: ARMORED ISOLATION VAULT 03 HAS COMMENCED AUTOMATED EMERGENCY PURGE PROTOCOLS. TIME REMAINING: 34 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.

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.**

“They weren’t entirely wrong.” Before anyone could respond, the mansion lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then every screen in the house came to life at the same time. Televisions. Tablets. Security monitors. Even the laptop. Every display showed the same image. A black background. A silver wolf. Then a distorted voice echoed through the mansion. “Return Subject Three… or the Devereaux girl dies first.” Elena felt the blood drain from her face. Subject Three. She slowly turned toward Daniel.

Subject 03A Codename: "Gabriel" Status: Retained – Off-grid Project Role: Behavioral Prototype – Enhanced Charisma / Empathic Control Noted behavior: Obedient. Cold. Hyper-intelligent. Potentially volatile. Last logged location: The Vault (Site-9) There was a single image attached. Then my breath became shallow immediately I saw the image, it reminded me of someone. He was really charming with caramel skin, jet-black hair, and those haunting silver-blue eyes.

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.

CHAPTER 8 Nova Sterling Point Of View In A Flash Back — I am still inside the vision, surrounded by darkness. The smell of bleach and blood filled my nose as a machine beeps. Footsteps were trekking near me. And a voice whispered through the void. “Subject 36 shows marked aggression when exposed to band-mate's DNA…” Then agony slammed into me, stealing my breath. My eyes won't open. My lungs won't breathe. The steady beep of a heart monitor counted my heartbeats.

LIAM SOPHIE, JOSH, AND I — THIRD FLOOR, MAIN HALL The reinforced door slammed behind us with a metallic thud. And there she was. Sylvia. The Blood Witch Alpha. Standing amidst broken glass and twisted steel, her lab coat fluttering like a flag of warning. Two Alphas flanked her—both morphed, jaws drooling, eyes glowing amber. Beasts. Monsters. Ready to kill. She hadn’t even bothered shifting. That’s how confident she was.

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

said Thirteen. The division master’s gaze moved coldly toward Thirteen. “Superior Monster is the military intelligence division’s 3S agent. He might look gentle and harmless on the surface, but he can complete an S mission, which shows that his mind is very meticulous. How could he easily let a girl of unknown origin approach him?” Thirteen suddenly had a look of surprise in her eyes. “You have a point there, Division Master.” “Do a background check on Savannah Jones.” “Yes.”