Scp-417 Novels & Stories

“Now, put your hand on my forehead. Feel the true power of your soul.” I hesitated. The energy coming off of her was intense and almost overwhelming. But she was part of me, right? It should be safe. I reached out and placed my palm against her forehead. But the moment my skin made contact with her spectral fur, electricity shot through my entire body. Power flowed into me, through me, around me with such force I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even fathom what was happening. And then, like a switch had been flipped, everything went black.

Because Victor Hale hadn't come for the spy after all. He hadn't come for the council, or the secrets, or even to destroy the Syndicate's infrastructure, though that might be a pleasant bonus. He had come for me. For Subject A-17. For the girl who'd survived the Nursery when she wasn't supposed to. For the variable that had escaped his control decades ago and had just been revealed to the entire world.

"Say your code. Now!" The emotional conflict shattered me. If I said the code, I gave the world to the monsters. If I didn't, I watched my son die on a monitor. I looked at the baby’s face, so peaceful in sleep, and the "Hidden Tycoon" within me died, replaced by something much older and more primal. "Seraphina Vance," I choked out. "Vocal ID 11-Omega-Four." The pedestals turned green. "Biometric Handshake Confirmed. Accessing Vaults..."

That wasn’t synthetic. Neither was mine. A soft tone interrupted the silence. New notification. Not from the apartment. From my tablet. I crossed the room slowly and picked it up. The screen displayed a single classified document. PROJECT ORPHEUS Behavioral Synchronization Trial – Phase III Primary Objective: Emotional Dependency Pairing for Executive Stabilization My blood went cold. Below it— Subject A: Reid, Shawn Subject B: Agreste, Catriona Status: Convergence Successful Shawn went utterly still behind me.

*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.”

No matter how handsome he is, I shouldn't be dazzled because he seems to be the one who kidnapped me. I don't know what he needs from me. I just saw him now so it's impossible that I'm in arrears with him and even though I'm artistic and cursed, I'm not that bad to be kidnapped! But maybe he's one of my creepy stalkers? I was startled when our eyes met again. He smirked as he looked at my body as if he could see me undressed in front of him. I couldn't wrap my arms around my body, so I backed away. I was only a few steps away but I immediately stopped because my body seemed to stiffen, my legs stopped walking on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

We descended deeper into the mountain, the air growing colder, heavier, reeking of ozone and strong chemical antiseptics. "The main server room is on sub-level four," Vance’s voice crackled in our earpieces. "If Silas downloaded the first half of the sequence from your parents' backup servers, that's where he’s keeping it." Lucien kicked open the door to sub-level four. We stepped into a massive, cavernous space, but it wasn't a server room. My breath caught violently in my throat, my weapon lowering slightly as a wave of nauseating, paralyzing horror washed over me.

“Sera?” Then Saye seized control again. The transfer resumed. Fourteen percent. Fifteen. A distant explosion shook the facility. Adrian looked toward the corridor. Another followed. Saye turned Seraphina’s head. “Lucian.” The name came with irritation. Not fear. Then Halcyon’s emergency system spoke. UNAUTHORIZED VALE BIOMETRIC DETECTED CONTAINMENT RESPONSE ACTIVATED Steel walls began descending around the archive chamber. Adrian ran toward Seraphina.

Beneath it another hand had written: "It remembers." The same phrase. Sera froze. She had seen those words before. In another report. Dr. Rowan. "The blood remembers." Her breathing slowed. Why did everyone keep writing the same thing? She reached the final page of the folder. Unlike the others. It wasn't typed. It was handwritten. Messy. Hurried. As though the writer expected someone to interrupt. > If Subject H-01 escapes, terminate the project immediately. > Never attempt replication. > Never expose compatible bloodlines.

His hand came up and cupped the side of my neck, thumb brushing my jaw. “Later,” he said, voice rough. “We survive the node first.” The voice returned, louder, filling the chamber. “Subject 47. The Resonator’s presence has been confirmed. Present her to the dais for full integration. Compliance will stabilize your remaining functions. Resistance will result in permanent severance.” Kael’s body jerked as the failsafe tried to force him toward the dais. Black surged hard. I stepped in front of him, both hands on his chest, pouring will and residual heat through the contact.