Scp-449 Mga Nobela at Kwento

scrolled by in an endless, tragic loop. Subject 04: Cognitive Collapse at 42%. Subject 09: Neural Hemorrhage at 58%. Subject 14: Personality Dissolution at 71%. "He was trying to build a god," Elena said, her voice trembling. "He didn't care how many girls he broke to do it." She walked toward a heavy, pressurized door at the end of the hall marked COLD STORAGE. Before Alexander could warn her, she pressed her palm to the scanner. The door hissed open, revealing a chamber filled with hundreds of floor-to-ceiling glass tubes.

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."

The click of it locking feels like a lie. When I return to the archive, the air feels warmer. The lamp’s circle of light looks smaller somehow, like the room is expanding into shadow again. I sit at my desk and pull my notebook out—the unmarked one, the one that is mine, the only place I can write without being edited by their systems. My pen hovers over the page. I write: NIGHT 4 — NEAR-BREACH Subject H–47 displayed accelerated emotional proximity. Physical contact imminent. Watcher confirmed in corridor.

“Trying to control something that doesn’t want to be controlled.” Adrian stared at him for a long moment. “That makes two of you.” That night, Evelyn couldn’t sleep. The mark pulsed too steadily, like a metronome counting toward something inevitable. She opened the folder again, tracing the name R. Draven with her finger. Below it, a half-faded note: Subject exhibited secondary resonance. Suggest containment before phase two. Her phone buzzed. Unknown Number: Containment failed before. It will again. Her fingers tightened. Who are you? she typed.

They captured all supernatural creatures. I didn't understand my role in here. After studying the previous doctor's notes, l noticed that l was tasked to develop a serum that would make the animal genes in shifters dormant. The hunters wanted a better weapon to make the fight easier. The slam of the cold metal door echoed off the concrete walls and heard the guards move towards one of the cages. "Experiment 492, step up to the bars", They walked to the cell across mine. I knew the cruel fate of the little vampire. She was going to be cut open and if survives the experiment, she will be thrown in another cage to fight another shifter.

The lights were harsh, deliberately designed to expose everything and comfort nothing. At its center: one man. Late fifties. Gaunt. Sweating through his tailored shirt. He gripped the armrests of the high-backed chair like a man holding on for life. Isabella glanced at the tablet in her hand—Subject M-47. A disgraced CEO. Embezzlement. Layoffs. Scandal. According to the file, today marked his “reprogramming milestone.” A voice crackled overhead, cool and clinical. “This is a standard Trust Recalibration sequence, Consultant Hart. Please observe and log physiological markers.”

Scarlett clicked open the full file. The terminal whirred softly. A new document appeared. Transfer Notes Confidential Her eyes scanned the text. Subject Seven demonstrates exceptional early cognitive response and adaptive emotional resilience. The maternal guardian insists transfer is necessary for long-term protection. Protection. Her breath caught. Protection from what? Dominic leaned closer. "There's another page." Scarlett opened it. A recorded voice file blinked on the screen. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The date was fifteen years old. Her trembling finger pressed play.

She sat and said nothing for a minute, she sat watching the great lord general wear his clothes. "Praised be Kabril, I do not have questions to answer today..." "It is been two weeks..." "Oh! There are questions." He interrupted feeling a bit dismayed. "Two weeks, Zandy." She stood from the bed and walked stark naked to the wall close to the door of the chamber, where she hanged her rope. She wore the rope and tied its robes around her waist, she tied the knots tightly at her abdomen. "And?" He added furiously. "And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..."

Just… alert. Like her body knew something was close. Adrian stopped at a sealed room. A terminal was embedded into the wall. No external interface. Only a single scanning panel. He placed his hand on it. The system responded immediately. CLEARANCE VERIFIED: LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED Anna blinked. “Level 4,” she repeated softly. Adrian opened the door. “This is not hospital classification,” he said. She followed him inside. The room was smaller than expected. Not a lab.

The Fluxters are attacking the main gate. “Gate’s durability 92%! Lancasters and Aerodactyls keep striking the main gate!” Fluxter colony are on Rail-Turret’s blind spot, they can’t use that gun to eliminate the enemy. “Sir, we got incoming transmission. It from the Herrscher.” “Finally …! Connect it right away.” “This is Squad 44, reporting for duties.” Said the Herrscher’s leader. “What took you so long? Seraph is hiding, you must kill those monsters before pass through the Dorm.”