Scp-496 Novels & Stories

“You’re not touching her. You’re not touching our child.” Kael sighed. “You can’t stop what’s already in motion. Phase Four is only the beginning. Once full integration begins, you’ll come to me willingly.” Adrian fired. The bullet passed through the hologram, sparking the projector. Kael didn’t flinch. “You can destroy my image, Adrian. Not my reach.” The hologram flickered and vanished. The lights dimmed, leaving the room in shadow. Then the sound came — a low mechanical rumble from beneath their feet.

“They took her. Not me.” Alex froze mid-advance. His blood turned to ice. “Who. Took. Her.” Calla stepped back as the motion-sensor emergency lights flickered to partial life, bathing the room in dim red. Her face looked almost ghostly. “Project Rebirth’s retrieval unit,” she said. “They’re faster than you think.” Maya gasped. “They breached Level 40 already. That’s impossible” “Nothing is impossible for Rebirth,” Calla snapped. Alex stepped closer. “Why didn’t you stop them?”

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.

And away from me. “I don't know if I'm...” The sound of pounding footsteps broke my reverie. I stood up almost immediately, masking my emotions instantly as Kellan came into view, breathing hard. “Alpha,” he gasped, stopping a few feet away. “You need to come with me right now.” “What is it?” I asked, my voice returning to its usual stern edge. “The ground near the sector four warehouse... someone dug it up with machines. It’s a very deep pit, and there’s this strange purple liquid staining the dirt. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently. An operator yelled. Sector 4 is gone! Another was crying, Memory banks are killing themselves, data is rewriting! it is playing on her name!” It was the final screen flashing: Breach of PRIMARY SUBJECT. SUBJECT SEVEN: SYNC 46 %. ZERO PROTOCOL… MERGING.

Chemical conditioning. Then she found something that made her stop breathing. A handwritten note clipped to her file. Subject Twelve shows promise but maintains emotional attachments. Specifically to Subject Four. Recommend separation to complete conditioning. Below that, another note in different handwriting. Subject Four terminated. Subject Twelve's conditioning resumed. "Subject Four," Celeste whispered. "Who was Subject Four?" Her brother took the file. Searched through it. Found the roster. Ran his finger down the list. "Here. Subject Four. Enrolled age seven." He went quiet. "Real name: James Veritas."

CHAPTER 56 The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury. Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?” The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”

Sophia’s hand trembled against the console. “It’s teaching us to breathe together.” The lights dimmed — then steadied, bright and even. The computers displayed a single phrase, scrolled in dozens of languages: WE BEGIN. Raven stared. “It’s making contact publicly.” Sophia swallowed. “No. It’s introducing itself.” --- Geneva — Detention Level 4 Sørensen sat against the cold concrete wall of his cell, listening. Even here, buried beneath layers of reinforced steel, the hum persisted. It wasn’t oppressive. It was almost kind.

I was a lovechild born into this chaos, a symbol of unity and love between these two very different kinds. I am a hybrid, the first of my kind in Azalea, the reason my parents have kept me locked behind the tall walls of our castle. Well, not entirely true. It is because of the nightmares that I have had for the past fifteen years. They believe they're protecting me from whatever may be the cause of my predicament. A knock rapped on the door and I jolted back to the present. It was Randolph, my father's gamma, he was back and lingered at the door.

The alien creature suddenly interrupted her, his dark blonde brows mildly raising with surprise as his galaxy eyes intensely bore into the human female’s dark ones, already eager to know more about this new female Negative. "Y-yes. The BloodHound found her. Soldier 0410," She confirmed right before one of the guards soundlessly approached and placed a tablet into his awaiting palm, his dark galaxy eyes falling onto the profile laid on display. "Madeleine Cross..." He muttered under his breath, his calculating gaze rapidly absorbing all the information available on the human female. "She had strong illyrian genes as well," The young doctor chimed in as she watched him read through the profile