Scp-555 Novels & Stories

“Dorm 09… officially offline.” But just as relief started to settle in, a faint hum began again deeper, almost subterranean. Nora froze. “Wait. Do you hear that?” Adam frowned. “What now?” Lola’s eyes snapped open again only this time, they weren’t blue. They were dark. Endless. And from the cracked remains of the core, a single voice whispered: “Phase Five: Global Activation.” The lights flickered.

The rest of the messages seemed to be about menial stuff, and I exited out of it, scrolling through the rest of the messages and information. I'm finally able to read the notes that two of the employees that take part in the Testing in Main City, reading through the strange abbreviations and terms I don't understand. Through context, I'm able to see that it was in fact Celia that they're observing, subject #C555. She's going through all the tests with flying colors. I freeze as I read the next paragraph. "...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up."

“I remember carrying him.” Lucien froze. “Carrying who?” Selene’s eyes moved toward the screen. Then toward my mother. “Subject Five.” My mother’s face crumpled. I whispered, “Lucien?” Selene shook her head. “No.” She looked at me. “Subject Five was a child.” “Then where is he?” Selene’s expression changed. “You’ve already met him.” Silence. My heart began pounding. “Who?” She didn’t answer. Gabriel stepped forward.

"How did you know that hatch was there? We’ve been in this facility for forty-eight hours. You haven't left that chamber." "I told you," I said, stepping into the center of the room. "The memory is in the blood. I’m not just remembering us, Lorenzo. I’m remembering the world they built to keep us." I turned a dial on a dusty control panel. A hidden screen flickered to life, bathing the room in a ghostly green light. It wasn't a map of the facility. It was a medical file. SUBJECT A: ALESSIA (ANASTASIA/KATERINA).

“Boss, we’ve got a problem. Black-site’s reporting, Victor’s cell is empty. No breach, no alarms. He’s gone.” My blood froze. Elena’s hand tightened on Mamá’s, her face paling. Alexander’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting to the windows. “No,” I whispered, my laptop booting, fingers flying. “I locked him out. I burned everything.” But the screen pinged; a signal, faint but alive. “You missed me, kid. Phase 5: your code’s mine now. – V.” 6:30 p.m. – Estate lockdown

"But we just received a high-priority packet. It’s a localized broadcast, aimed specifically at Sofia’s neural-link." "Patch it through to my display," Phuwin commanded. The screen flickered to life, but there was no data, no code—only a video feed. It was a small, windowless room, the walls lined with heavy lead shielding. In the center, tied to a wooden chair, was Pella Holt. The girl looked terrified, her eyes wide and red-rimmed from crying. But the most horrifying part was the lighting. The room was bathed in a harsh, flickering violet-blue glow—UV-light traps.

Hard to tell. Figures emerged from the tree line. Not federal agents. Not military. Something else. People wearing tactical gear marked with symbol I didn't recognize—a spiral consuming itself. Moving with coordination that suggested hive mind rather than individual soldiers. "Target acquired," one said. Voice flat. Emotionless. "Eva Morrison. Prototype Generation One. Retrieve for processing." They raised weapons. Not guns. Devices that hummed with the same quantum energy I felt growing inside me. Weapons designed specifically to capture rather than kill.

“Adrian!” A whisper echoed in her mind—his voice, faint but clear. Maya… run. She shook her head, crying. “I won’t!” But the light brightened—too bright to see. The ground shook violently. Cracks of energy tore through the chamber walls. Everything was about to collapse. Then, suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice spoke from above. SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED. PRIMARY ANCHOR DISENGAGED. NEW ENTITY REGISTERED: “LUCENT PROTOCOL.”

I couldn’t care less about pausing my writing for a while, or spending the whole day going up and down the stairs, for a chance to see him smile at me and maybe even steal away a kiss. He was on a Zoom meeting with his fellow Haunters. Isaac greeted me with a loud hello the moment he spotted me walk into the study, and Brandon made me lean forward by his side to introduce me to the other two, the occultist tech Ted and the skittish Ricky. “Look who’s gonna man the cameras for the interviews,” Brandon said, beaming. “They can’t wait to come back to the Manor.” “And meet you,” Isaac added, winking at me.

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."