Scp-599 Novels & Stories

"Priority Alpha. Direct from the Celestial Spire." I took the datapad from him. The screen glowed with the Lugal’s seal—the crescent moon eating the sun. COMMANDER ASHFANG. DEPLOY IMMEDIATELY TO SECTOR 99. BONE WASTES. INVESTIGATE SEISMIC ANOMALIES. SECURE THE SOURCE. "Sector 99," I rumbled. Staring at the coordinates. "That is the Dead Zone. Nothing lives there. Even the Rogues avoid it." "The Onyx Guard isn't avoiding it," Wolfy pointed out. He zoomed in on the map. Zip. "Satellite telemetry shows the heavy battalions moving into position here and here. They are setting up a perimeter."

"He’s trying to poison the well!" "Five years ago, I lived in an apartment on the edge of the Harrington woods," I said. My voice was steady. Cold. "I was an Omega. I was pregnant. And I was waiting for my Alpha to come home. The night of the attack, the emergency distress signal—the one wired directly to the Harrington barracks—failed." "Tech malfunctions happen, Dr. Scott," Hestia said. "They don't happen because of ghosts." I tapped the tablet. I projected the file onto the large screen behind the dais.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

“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.”

No orders — just motion. “Where did you find that tag?” Evelyn asked. Rhea sat beside her, the firelight flickering across her scarred cheek. “I didn’t,” she said. “You did. That’s why we came.” Evelyn frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You screamed. Three days ago, from somewhere near Hollowmere. Like your bones remembered something your mind doesn’t. That kind of scream carries.” She looked over at Evelyn, steady and unblinking. “We’ve been tracking the ones they called ‘control-class.’ You were E-113. S-019 was the one they couldn’t contain.”

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."

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

Rage said instantly. "The 99th floor is only one flight down! Marcus has a team in the hallway. I'll be safe for the three minutes it takes you to run down there and back. If you don't flip that switch, they’ll have full control of the penthouse doors in five minutes. They’ll walk right in here." Rage looked at the security feed. The invaders were already at the 85th floor, moving with terrifying efficiency. They were professionals, likely ex-Special Forces hired with Vane’s own stolen dividends.

Sweat rolled down his face as panic consumed him. “You have five seconds before I lose my patience,” I said coldly. “I swear…” “Four.” “Please listen…” “Three.” “She’s in Sector Nine!” he blurted out desperately. Silence filled the room. My jaw tightened. Sector Nine. Even I knew about that place. An underground holding facility used for high-risk detainees. People sent there usually disappeared. “Who ordered her transfer?” The director hesitated. Jasper pushed the gun harder against his head. “Talk.”