Scp-417 Novels & Stories

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

That was answer enough. Fourth twist. She brought up the ledger mirror, ready for anything—except what she saw. A new entry flickered across the screen. Timestamp: after the heist. Subject Status: CONFIRMED ACTIVE. Bloodline: WHITE WOLF — PRIME VARIANT. Containment Probability: DECLINING.

No one spoke, but the weight of what they had just discovered hung over them like a storm. Ayesha sat at the table, her fingers tracing the rim of a half-empty glass of water, staring at the decrypted files Priya had extracted from The Hollow Order’s servers. Her clone was real. Subject 17 wasn’t just an experiment. She was a weapon. And she had no resistance to her programming. Priya had highlighted a chilling note from the files: “Unlike Subject 01, Subject 17 does not exhibit emotional instability or hesitation when given an order. Her primary objective is termination.”

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.”

ask Nathan. He doesn’t understand what operator said. “That mean Fluxters will not attack even you stand on their face.” Said Stevan. “As long the Aero-drones still active, this broadcast will remain. So, you can take a seat or stand or whatever you like and watch your future job demo.” Said Samuel. Both squad watching Cornelio and Squad 44 fighting the unknown Varniant type inside chamber projection. “GLT, GRD, shoot a flash light!” said the Squad 44 Leader.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

“How about that one. D3M04/A4G31. It looks like the codes I saw on the other files.” Rowan opens the file and gasps. We don’t even notice that our noses are almost touching the screen as we read through the file. D3M04 10RD- Captured date 03/16/1999 - Present Subject showing signs of aggression after being separated from the mate. Due to genetic abilities, the subject is a viable donor for the life endurance of interspecies permutation. D3M04’S mate, A4G31, although a viable donor, is expendable. However, D3M04 10RD has proven himself to be unmanageable because of his superior abilities. Therefore, an arrangement has been made with D3M04 10RD that as long as he remains cooperative, A4G31 sh

"It's not up to you. You've already walked right into my hands." Her eyes narrow. "What do you mean?" I put the coin in the middle of the table, where I've already drawn the necessary symbols in white chalk. "The ghoul is in another dimension, and I need the coin to open the portal to get to him, but I also need a sacrifice in order to do that." Evelina's eyes widen in horror. "A sacrifice? You can't be serious." "I am," I say, my voice cold and calculating. "And you're going to be that sacrifice."

Names, codes, bank routes,evidence and leverage. And at the bottom? A list of children. I didn’t breathe. The list had dates, names, blood types. Identities. Raven 413. Silas 417Others..many others. Experiments…. Failures…. Silas wasn’t just trained. He was designed. I stood up. Matteo didn’t stop me. “I need air,” I said. I walked through the streets of Valencia like a ghost. Past glowing signs and laughter and restaurants that didn’t know pain.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the