Scp-601 Novels & Stories

She didn’t flinch—just spoke flatly. “Samuel. Don’t hover.” “Not hovering,” he muttered, spinning a screwdriver between his fingers. “Just... observing the sorceress at work.” Miriam rolled her eyes, pushing up her glasses. “You’re making the air tense.” He smirked faintly but stayed anyway. She found the file she was looking for. Timestamp: 9:47 p.m. Hallway 6A. Right at the entrance to House Six’s dorms. She slowed the footage. The grainy black-and-white flickered across her screen. David Huntsman, Adonis, and several of their lackeys moved with military-like coordination—silent, focused.

“Explain. Fast.” Noa didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Sabine didn’t create me from scratch. She patterned me. My mind, my body, everything she built into me was based on someone who came before. An experiment she didn’t fully control. She called it ‘the prototype’ in some of her files. I always thought that meant me.” “But it was him,” Alessio muttered. “Yeah.” Ivy’s fingers flew across her keyboard. “Got something. His ID tag buried in the network logs Project Subject: 0000. Codename: GHOST.”

I was now sounding pathetic. The little creature's light got brighter. "Dear Anna, I am here not to protect my people from you but from the new and cruel ruler who is determined to cause anarchy all over our world. He cannot succeed in his ambitions for he will be the cause of our world's collapse. It was written by a prophet long ago that a ruthless young ruler from power hungry lineage will waken the great demon Nedhogg, he will sell his soul to the creature for immortality and undisputable power. Nedhogg would then lay claim to the earth slowly feeding on all the creatures who inhabit it until we are all sacrificed to the gruelish monster." She paused for a minute giving me time to take

He looks back at me with eyes full of panic. "Go on, Darling," I say. "Just touch it." He places a pale, trembling hand on the crystal. The pillar glows a soft pink, then shifts to a vibrant, verdant green. A robotic voice booms through the entire facility: [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: ARLO NAPKI. RESULT: 80% NARCISSUS (THE GOD OF VANITY). 20% ASCLEPIUS (THE GOD OF MEDICINE). ALIGNMENT: LAWFUL GOOD.]

She sank to the floor. Pressed her forehead to her arm. And let it happen. Not because she needed to cry. But because, for the first time in years… the room didn’t ask her to be anything else. Nova logged the update hours later. No title. No ceremony. Just this: SANCTUARY ROOM 6B – STATUS UPDATE STRUCTURE TYPE: EMOTION-ENGINEERED USER DESIGNATION: POST-VERBAL RESPONSE PATTERN: SAFETY / HOLDING / MEMORY COMMENT: BUILT THROUGH PRESENCE.

I was gone into the dark . Behind me, Liam's voice broke. "Kaia! Don't do this! Please!" But it was too late. The part of me that could answer him was already gone. Far away, miles underground, in a room lit by monitors and white lights, a red warning blinked on the screen: SUBJECT 07: OPERATIVE. PHASE ONE BREACH CONFIRMED. CONTAINMENT FAILED. RECOVERY PROTOCOL CONNECTED. Dr. Elena Voss put down her cold coffee and stared at the flashing alert.

The scent of antiseptic burned my nose. A hospital. I turned and froze. A glass window stretched before me, wide and gleaming. Beyond it— A chair. Restraints. Monitors. Tubes. And me. Strapped to the chair. Pale. Still. A line of stitches running across my scalp. I stepped closer, horror flooding my chest. “What is this?” I whispered. The glass flickered, flashing words in red: "Project Confessor: Subject 01 — Giovanni Moretti" Date: 2002.

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."