Scp-601 Novels & Stories

I held her tighter. She fell asleep curled next to me on the couch, bunny in hand, breath slow and untroubled. I stared at the ceiling, every crack and beam suddenly suspicious. Cameron handed me a tablet with decrypted logs. The intrusion had followed a trail used by Irenic years ago specifically, one linked to Delta-Six. That name punched a hole in my chest. Delta-Six was supposed to be dead.

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

The Auditor stayed behind, trying to fool the sensors. June sat in the shadows and opened the locket. No picture inside, only a scrap of paper with a single name. She didn’t recognize it. Subject 001: The Original Baker. June looked at her mother. Sarah stared at the name, face stricken with fear. “Mom?” June whispered. “Who is Subject 001?” Sarah didn’t answer. She just kept staring at June’s stomach, then at the waterfall. At last, she whispered, “June, the computer world didn’t begin thirty years ago. It started with your grandmother. And the woman we saw in the office... she was not just a CEO."

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.”

“What do you mean?” Marla tapped her keyboard. On the screen appeared a registration document. Not legal. Medical. Anita read it aloud. “‘Subject: SB-001. Genetic viability: confirmed. Psychological profile: compliant with conditioning. Intelligence quotient: stable. Risk level: dormant.’” Nathan blinked. “She’s not a person to them. She’s a project.” Ethan added, “They’ve been monitoring her since she disappeared. And guess where she was for the last six months?” Marla’s voice was grim. “A Rothschild psychiatric facility in Prague. Off the books. Not for treatment. For reprogramming.”

"Sophia, these aren't just medical samples. This is a standing army of hollow men. A harvest ready for the reaping." At the dead center of the vaulted hall, they discovered the grim source of the empire’s power: Subject Zero-Prime. He was a withered, parchment-skinned man, ancient beyond reckoning, suspended in a massive cylindrical tank of glowing, neon-gold neural-gel. His skull was a thicket of a thousand fiber-optic cables, his brain pulsing with a frantic, artificial light. He had been kept in a state of perpetual, conscious agony for over fifty years—the original, tortured mind from which every "Shadow Protocol" and neural-mapping algorithm had been bled. He was the battery for a globa

The screen finally decrypted a heading in bold red: PROJECT ORIGIN: CLASSIFIED – MONTROSE CREST ALLIANCE INITIATIVE. And below it: SUBJECT: E-0. STATUS: ACTIVE. SURVIVOR. Elena’s breath caught. Her photo appeared on the screen. Six years old. Eyes too large for her face. A number stamped on the lower corner. E-0. She scrolled. “Genetic compatibility confirmed. Emotional resilience score: 92nd percentile. Neural growth accelerated. Memory suppression: effective post-fire trauma. Recommend continued surveillance under parental guardianship imprint.”

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.

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".

“Run Or become the weapon.” Aurora grabbed Lila. “We’re not running.” She turned to the pods there were lots of them, each of them labeled with a date and a name in her mother’s handwriting, spidery and precise. Subject 001: Failure – 1998 Subject 002: Unstable – 2001 Subject 003: Aurora – 2003