Scp-599 Novels & Stories

I feel like I will never escape from the cage I spent so many years of my childhood in. The dream of my first time in the laboratory haunts my mind, a constant reminder that I am the Dark Alpha’s pet, Experiment 399. I subconsciously ran my fingers down the back of my leg, feeling the permanent engraved scar of 399, and then felt the scar over my lower abdomen. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh. The buzzing of my phone breaks into my thoughts and I see its Benji calling. I swipe it open, and press the speaker before resting it on top of the small stool I keep near the side of the tub. “Hello?”

My legs felt like lead, so heavy I could barely move them without my knees buckling. “What have you done?!” I yelled. Henri snickered. “Whatever you are will be over today. Then we will chain you and bury you militia style for our Unit Nine.” Unit Nine. My eyes widened as memories flashed through my mind. Level Nine, the hidden facility, the experiments…. “Captain?” I whispered. Captain Reev answered from the phone. “You’ve got something there, Henri. Keep him calm.” I forced a weak laugh even though my body was shutting down. “Where did you get the tranq from, Captain? Tell me.”

I needed the names of every person in this system — scout, seed, shadow killer. Because I wasn’t going to survive this place anymore. I was going to end it. “Where’s the master log?” I asked. Kyro wiped blood from his lip. “What?” “The full list. With names. Targets. Assignments. There’s always a main feed. Where is it?” He hesitated, then whispered, “Level Nine. Server vault under the infirmary wing. Locked with biometrics.” “Whose?” He gave me a name I didn’t expect.

"How is it?" I simply whispered into my earpiece while walking up a flight of stairs. Wearing a black side shoulder bodycon velvet dress, I swiftly walked into the 2nd floor area. "I already put Sophia's sleeping pills on everyone's drink. We have two minutes before it affects the first group of victims," Shiela said on the line. "Okay. I'm about to finish here," I said simply and adjusted my black mask. "Hey, pretty lady, want some drinks?" an American inviting me.

Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them? “You two! Check that side!” Voices echoed from the yard. They were closing in. I snapped back to myself and tore down the mountain path as fast as my legs would carry me. Back in the city, I flagged down the first cab I could find and went straight home, to the place Melissa and I once called home. My steps froze when I pushed open the study door, it was filled with monitors, all displaying live feeds of the estate. Every room, every path, and even the stable that I’d slept in for five years, were displaying right in the middle of the screen.

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.

Before the young spellcaster could finish, a blue beam of energy rained down on the Salamander, cutting off a small tip of its tail as the rest of its body was contained in a cylinder forcefield. “What the hell?” Scott said. Eight armed soldiers in green and white coloring appeared surrounding the Salamander. Each weaving a “S” shaped emblem with an arrow going through it diagonally. “Not them again,” Roxy said to herself. “War cloud, who are these guys,” Olivia asked. “I can answer that, Detective Cult,” A fourth voice chord as a dark skin woman with green eyes and short white hair appeared. I am Director Viola Sungold. We are an organization known as the supernatural prevention Espionage A

She shrugged nonchalantly with a sardonic shake of her head, "Well, then you'd be right. I tracked you here because I had important news but it seems like I'm interrupting your staring contest with a heap of sand. I'll just come back later." Saint made a move to leave when a guttural growl made her pause. "What is it that you need to tell me, Saint?" My alpha tone leaked into the words without much effort, making it difficult to not obey me. She turned back to face me with an impish grin, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that the wolf working on the security cameras completed the job. Not only did he wipe your presence from the building, he hacked into all four of their emails and sent in thei

She might be exactly what she looked like, might just be a girl who didn't want to be bred, who was already looking for exits before she had finished walking through the entrance. Or she might be very good at looking like that. I had no way to know. The facility had sent Fifty-nine to watch me specifically. ‘Your blood,’ Fifty-nine had said in the field, in the dark, with a gun leveled at my chest. They've known what you are for a long time. They had known. Which meant they had been watching. Which meant they were still watching. And the girls in white dresses had just walked into the same building I was standing in.

The voice was no longer filtered through speakers. It came from the dark at the far end of the service corridor, low and steady, carrying the same distorted resonance as the core itself. “Subject 47. Resonator. You have entered the primary imprint corridor. Further resistance is inefficient. Present yourselves for final registration.” Kael stopped so abruptly I nearly walked into his back. His hand stayed locked around mine. Through the bond the failsafe surged in open recognition of the voice, black flooding the edges of his amber eyes and holding there with more force than it had shown since the dais.