Scp-437 Novels & Stories

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”

Outside, the birds fell silent. A figure stood in our garden, between the rosemary and the struggling carrots. It was neither male nor female, clad in a robe of shifting, neutral grey. Its face was pleasant but forgettable, and it held a slate of smooth, dark stone in one hand. In the other, a stylus of white light hovered, ready to take notes. “Designates: Sze and Kairi,” it said. Its voice was calm, measured, and utterly devoid of inflection. “I am Assessor Seven. I am here to evaluate Incident Report 4492-Alpha and the ongoing status of your localized anomaly.”

"Forty-three enhanced individuals across six continents. All of them now aware that they're part of an involuntary program. All of them comparing notes about their experiences." "You're bluffing." "Victoria, what did I tell you three hours ago through the network?" Victoria's drugged voice was barely audible. "You said... you said you were coming to get us." Margaret's perfect composure finally cracked. "This is impossible. The security protocols." "Were designed by people who didn't understand what I'm capable of." Sophie's voice carried absolute certainty. "Just like everyone else has been underestimating what I'm capable of." She gestured to her tablet.

Familiar in the wrong way. She was already turning toward the studio audience when the man in the fourth row stood up. He was ordinary looking. Mid-forties. He had passed through the building's human security screening without flagging anything because what he was carrying was designed not to flag standard screenings. It was a modified aerosol device, the same suppression compound from the facility raids, but in a concentrated form that Petra had identified in the Solace Group research files as a new iteration. At high enough concentration it wasn't just suppressive. It was lethal to supernatural biology.

He wasn't a student, and he wasn't a teacher. ​He was an Obsidian Scout, one of the elite few Darius had sent ahead of the main extraction team. ​"Subject 7—the Sterling girl—is showing increased heart rate and body temperature," the scout whispered into his comms. "The digital sabotage by the local alpha-female is working. The subject's emotional distress is triggering her essence." ​"Good," a voice crackled back—Darius’s voice, cold and distant. "Let her simmer. We need her power to reach a peak before we move. What about the Commander?"

"Great lord general, he might be saying the truth. I had a mysterious dream last night before the bong of the big bell summoned me to the World of reality. In that dream, I saw three angelic creatures come down onto Nutusel in a time of distress. I came face to face with one of the creatures, it looked scary but pretend not to be afraid because I am kibba the loyal servant of Kabril. This dream has begun to make a lot of real sense now. The people of Nutusel, let us listen to Sporge, we all remember he is the great hunter of honor; the man closer to the spirits, the one who speaks directly to the spirits of the woods." Kiba was the servant of Kabril - the god of the unseen, the god of Nutuse

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.

I wasn't wrong. I am the only one that enters the room while the two maids immediately locked the door from outside. I took a deep breath and looked around, the lights inside this room were also dim but that didn't stop me from seeing the entirety of the room. The walls are painted with black color, the king size bed is also black, the comforter and the pillow are the same, almost all the furniture in this room is black. But I can't see the Alpha here? There is no one else but me. It was so quiet inside the room that's why I almost had a heart attack when a door suddenly opened on my right side. I slowly approached here, the door is leading to a bathroom, could Alpha be here?

Then another. "It’s not the Mother," Malakai whispered. His knuckles turned white. "Then who is it?" The terminal doors at the far end of the station creaked open. A man in a clean, white lab coat stepped through. He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a hybrid. He was holding a remote detonator. "Subject 7B," the man said. His voice was projected through the station’s PA system. "The test period is over. Please step away from the civilian and return to your containment unit."

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.