Scp-417 Novels & Stories

The terminal whirred loudly as it dug through centuries of forgotten data, and the blue glow from the screen cast eerie shadows against my pale skin. I watched the scan sift through the old wars, the ancient blood pacts, and the fragmented records of extinct bloodlines that hadn't walked the earth in a millennia. If she wasn't a standard supernatural, then she had to be a descendant of something much older and far more dangerous. Ten agonizing minutes passed in tense silence, and I was just about to run a manual override when the screen suddenly froze. The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

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 pulled my daughter into my arms. It was over. Or so I thought. Because as the vault door reopened and Alex rushed toward us— A woman stepped into the threshold behind him. Same bone structure. Same eyes as Liana. And she looked at me like she’d been waiting her whole life to meet me. “Hello, Sophia,” she said. “I’m Subject Four.”

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.

Patrick asked as if nothing happened. “One of the wolves is out of control.” Patrick and I exchange glances. “Lead the way, man.” Just our luck. This is it. I try to communicate with Liam and Lucas. “We may have found the secret lab. It´s on Sub-level 4.” “We´re on our way.” Liam replied through the pack link. The Lab Technician leads us to Sub-Level 4. He keys in the code, which I relay to Liam. “The code to the elevator is Alpha-9-6-5-3-Omega.”

"The hacker uploaded a hard-coded loop directly into the substation's local mainframe. Someone is physically in the Sector 4 building right now, holding the kill switch." "Camila," Xavier growled, his jaw locking into a hard, rigid line. "She knew the federal indictment was coming. She’s trying to crash the system and destroy the merger’s viability in one final, desperate strike." He turned to Selah, his hand firmly gripping her arm, his thumb rubbing reassuringly against her skin. "Stay here and try to slow down the train’s automated throttle. I’m going to Sector 4." "Xavier, Sector 4 is completely unlit at this hour—"

The machine was screaming at him to reset, but the memory was anchored to his core. "I... I can't," he choked out, his voice returning to the resonance and tone of the boy she once knew. ​Up in the command room, the Architect’s monitors flared red. Intruder detected. Subject 44 exhibiting non-linear behavioral response. Biological distress markers at maximum. ​"The intruder is at the terminal," the system announced to the room. "Clara is alive." ​I realized my mistake the moment the signal ended. The frequency had been traced. As I scrambled to shut down the transmitter, the monitors in my basement erupted with alarms.

The brand was survival; the product was reinvention. She reopened the laptop and kept going. She needed the whole picture. The next drive opened a hidden folder named, ROOT PHX EVE Inside were seven subfolders. PHX_01 PHX_02 PHX_03 PHX_04 PHX_05 PHX_06 PHX_07 She clicked on PHX_07. A document popped up, Clone viability: 99.7% Memory sync prep: complete Projected awakening: pending original’s next near death event Location: active in holding facility, District 4, West City Sector.

"Forty minutes ago. Black SUV with diplomatic plates." The numbers climb “52...67...78” but my pulse flatlines. "Where?" The word tears from my throat raw. Claire's thumb brushes over a keycard as she slips it into my palm. "The old Scheherazade docks." Her voice drops to a whisper. "But Sophie"The doors open onto an empty hallway. "He wanted them to take him." Damien's private archive smells like bergamot and betrayal. Claire's keycard unlocks the biometric-sealed door, revealing a room lined with servers and a single monitor. The screen lights up with a paused security feed: