Scp-534 Novels & Stories

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

It looked like a relic, but beneath the vellum was a high-frequency biometric scanner. "This is the only device the Iron Mind still recognizes as an 'Absolute Override'," Julian explained. "Put your hand on the left page. I’ll put mine on the right. We authorize the 'Founder’s Protocol' together." The Hostile Takeover Xavier hesitated. His predatory instincts screamed, but the lure of total global control was too strong. He stood up and placed his hand on the vellum. Julian did the same. The room suddenly pulsed with a deep, blue light.

I ran for the door but stopped dead. Three Council guards stood in the hallway. And behind them, Dr. Helena Cross. "What's going on?" I demanded. "We received an energy spike alert. This entire building registered a Class Five surge." Dr. Cross looked past me at Lucia. "The battery is failing?" "It's overloaded. We need the trainers to drain it." "Sarah and Marcus left yesterday. Emergency in another territory." One guard stepped forward. "We're authorized to take the child into protective custody until the situation is stabilized."

I wasn’t even twenty-four hours in yet. “Okay…you seem in pain?” Or it’s already being noticed! He gestures for me to enter the elevator as the doors open. “Not at all!” I plaster on a big grin, extra toothy. “Apartment number?” Brennan asks, his finger poised on the elevator’s buttons. “Three-Four-Seven.” I offer. “So this she-lycan is under house arrest?” “Yes, she was leaking details to the rebels via her family mind-link. Queen Lorrel removed the link and she is under house arrest unless Lynx proves to Lance and Ricardo that he can be trusted.”

By sunrise, Serena was perched on her apartment rooftop, legs crossed, sketchpad in hand, gazing out at the skyline. But she wasn't drawing; she was waiting. Sure enough, Damien appeared just before eight. He looked worn out, hollow. Dust coated his black coat as if he had walked through something burning. She remained silent until he sat down across from her. "What the hell is Phase Five?" she demanded. Damien met her eyes. "It's what happens when control fails. When the subject deviates beyond recovery. It's the nuclear option." "They're coming after me?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

“From the beginning.” Luca stepped closer. “Then it’s time to show them what happens when you plan for the wrong girl.” Across the city, in a white lab lit by halogen lights, a group of masked technicians stood before a tall glass chamber. Inside it, a figure stirred. Female. Connected to wires. Heart rate steady. A screen beside her displayed one name: SUBJECT 03 – Initiate in case of Ava 01 breach. One of the techs spoke quietly. “She’s awake.”

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

A woman stepped out. Tall. Dark coat. Gloves. Sharp eyes behind thin glasses. No uniform. No badge. But everyone felt authority radiating from her. Lena’s heart stuttered. Alexander’s jaw clenched. Elias stiffened. Jay flinched. Z-04’s lights flickered. “Recognized. Affiliated with Kass Laboratories. Designation: Internal Control Operative.” The woman adjusted her glasses calmly as she took them all in. Her gaze stopped on Z-03.

N Protocol - Subject 07" Her hands trembled as she opened it. A series of medical reports filled the screen growth charts, DNA enhancements, emotional suppression records. And the she saw it. Subject Name: Aurora Collins Status: Contained - Relocation initiated Located: Facilty Delta - Sector 9 Jessica covered her mouth, tears flooding her eyes. Aurora. That was her baby's name. The one she'd whispered before the world burned. Behind her, the faintest creak of floorboards broke the silence. She spun, weapon drawn but her breath hitched when she saw the figure emerging from the shadows.