Scp-437 Novels & Stories

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

“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.

💀 Each wore the same silver mask. Each carried the same empty expression. Each stood perfectly still. 🌑 Ilyaan felt sick. Because none of them looked alive. They looked programmed. Controlled. Artificial. 😨 Then he noticed something. Every masked figure had a number glowing above their chest. 113 508 991 2145 3700 ⚡ Numbers. Not names. 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Fourth Lie The masked figure stared directly at him. 🎭 “Tell me, Unit 1137.”

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

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.”

There was only one thought left in his consciousness: ‘A 4S-class super powerhouse is an extremely rare being even across the entire universe! The rest of the people were petrified as well upon hearing this. They could not afford to offend a 4S-rank transhuman. “Run!” “Run! Run as far as you can!” Satan and the Scarlet Witch recovered from their surprise before they turned around and ran away without the slightest hesitation. Their confidence in themselves had been sky-high on the basis of them being pitched against Marissa’s bodyguards whereby the most powerful person was Horton. However, a 4S-class super powerhouse just suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They certainly did not have the capa

he said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. His Beta appeared in the doorway. He was out of his suit, dressed in dark clothes. He looked like a soldier, which he was. "The reports from Level 42 are bad. Focus is down. Aggression is up. The wolves near her station are on edge. It's like a mental allergy." "Her name is Nyxara," Rhydian said, still not looking away from the city. "The anomaly," Kellan corrected, his voice careful. "She's a disruption. What are your orders?"

"I say yes… I choose you… I choose us." Adrian's entire body tenses, the mark on his neck flares brighter, the bond between us becomes visible for just a moment. A thread of gold connecting us. Then the bunker's alarm system changes, not alarms anymore but a broadcast. Someone's voice echoing through the entire paranormal system. "This is Dominic Voss, Council of Elders. Effective immediately, a new paranormal government is being established and the human known as Bella Marchant is declared a paranormal threat. Apprehend or eliminate on sight."

The door burst open. Four men in tactical gear stepped in. They weren't wearing police uniforms. Their patches were a simple, gold-embossed 'DIR'—Department of Inter-species Regulation. They held pulse-rifles leveled at Richard’s chest. "Target is secured," the lead agent said into his shoulder mic. He looked at me. "Doctor Scott. Are the dampeners active?" "He’s at 40% capacity," I said. My voice was flat. Cold. Like I was describing a piece of equipment. "He won't be able to shift for at least six hours. The mercury is doing its job."

"Deployed to Geneva. Target: European Alpha Conclave scheduled to meet in seventy-two hours. Three pack leaders in one location... eliminate them, and you decapitate European supernatural power structure." "Subject 4-A, callsign 'Oracle.' Cairo. Target: Matriarch Amina of the African Witch Council. She's the only witch powerful enough to coordinate continental magical defense." "Subject 5-A, callsign 'Ghost.' Singapore. Target: Lord Takeshi, ancient vampire who controls Asian supernatural black markets. Cut off his network, and you isolate Asian vampires from global alliances."