Scp-661 Novels & Stories

Damon placed Stella down gently on the couch, his expression grim. After a quick shower and some clean clothes, I locked the key away in the vortex locker—a magical safe only I could open. Its power was too dangerous to leave unguarded. Just as I was catching my breath, my phone buzzed. Harris’s voice came through, frantic and strained. “Alpha! Our base… it’s surrounded! These weird creatures—dark, twisted things—” A bloodcurdling scream erupted through the line, followed by a deafening roar. “Harris?! HARRIS!” I shouted, but the line went dead.

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

The seven stone pillars dominate the center, their carved symbols shifting subtly even in playback despite Celina's cleansing efforts. But it's the approach of the tall entity that commands full attention—its unnatural movement, its wrong-but-almost-right features, its direct focus on Finley's position. When it speaks, the sound emerges from the recording with disturbing clarity, each word precisely articulated despite the fundamental wrongness of the voice producing them. "Bennett. Female Alpha blood. First of three." Even in playback, the direct address sends a chill through me. Storm responds instinctively, pushing closer to the surface as if to protect me from a threat present only in re

Their eyes held horror at what he was implying, but it made sense the more they thought about it. "Think about it," Adanel continued, "He could have just killed her if he wanted her dead, but he kidnapped her and took her away. He could have taken any other female from here, but he chose her. That means The Facility is involved, and they want you...Number 6. All this is a trap to get you." Not The Facility! The wolf roared inside him in sheer denial, and prowling to the fury, and the cougar snarled. Wolfaraine threw his head back and roared to the sky in agony.

The room swayed. Jamal turned just in time to see the elevator shaft behind them flash red. "They've found us" he snarled. Melissa's heart pounded "Who?" she asked. "The board" Eleanor said "The surviving Kingsley investors and the other Melissa." Jamal's heart sank "She's coming here?" "She's already inside the facility" Eleanor said "And she's activated Protocol Parallax." Jamal strode forward, fists clenched "You unleashed a monster you couldn't contain".

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

Elias froze. Pod #6. No logs. No footage. No biometric scans. Just a label: “D4 – Divergence Clone. Not to be activated.” But it had been. Recently. He scrolled through the last command logs. There was no name. No code. Just one entry: “Mirra override / Subject released / Assigned target: E. Ward” Elias exhaled. “They made another.” Charlotte stood at the top of the stairs, watching the monitor. The man on the screen looked like Elias.

It was a circle with six lines intersecting in the center. The logo of 'Six'. "Eliana," Baraka said, adjusting his grip on her. "Look at that." She squinted through the gloom, her breath catching as she recognized the symbol. "That... that’s impossible. Professor Manji told me The Hive was the only facility in the Northern Zone." "Manji lied," Baraka said, his jaw tightening. "This looks like a pre-Starfall bunker. A black site." "If it's a Six facility," Eliana warned, "it could be fully automated. Drones, turrets, security grids."

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.”

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”