Scp-706 Novels & Stories

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.

Dead leaves skittering on stone. I leaned over the document. My wrists screamed where the cuffs had been removed—phantom pressure still crushing the radius. My hand shook. I forced my eyes to focus. The text swam. THE OBSIDIAN COVENANT: TETHER PROTOCOL Asset ID: Neoma Solstice (Void-Born Classification) Owner: The Lugal, transferred to Unit Vanguard Command. Clause 1: The Asset agrees to unconditional obedience. Clause 2: The Asset consents to energy extraction.

“What is that?” “Something I pulled from one of Maria’s encrypted files. I didn’t tell you before because I wasn’t sure what it was.” I hesitated. “And now you are?” He nodded once. “Now I’m sure.” He plugged the drive into his laptop. The screen flickered, then filled with a list of video files timestamps, dates, and one word that made my stomach drop. SUBJECT 07 – S.R. My initials. The room tilted. “What the hell is this?”

"Restrain them. Standard protocols. No quantum suppression unless they resist." The restraints locked around my wrists. Around Subject Seven's. Not regular handcuffs. Something that hummed with energy designed to prevent phase-shifting. "Agent Torres," I said as they loaded us into transport vehicles. "What exactly did Dr. Chen tell you about the boy?" "What boy? She mentioned no children. Only the three architects and their victims." Torres climbed into the vehicle with us. "Why? Is there something we should know?"

A dangerous combination for any Alpha, let alone one who'd built his empire on emotional detachment. "She's magnificent," Nikolai murmured beside him, and Alexei couldn't disagree. The Council chamber buzzed with tension. Every major supernatural faction had sent representatives, Alphas from three continents, vampire lords centuries old, witch matriarchs who'd forgotten more magic than most would ever learn. And at the center of it all stood his mate, human by biology but commanding the room like she'd been born to it. The evidence Dimitri had extracted from Architect's files displayed on screens around the chamber. Facility locations. Genetic modification protocols. Deployment schedules for

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

“They didn’t destroy the prototypes. They stored them.” “And fed on them,” a new voice said behind them. Evryn spun. Someone had joined them on the lift. A tall, pale figure in a technician’s coat, eyes glowing with a dull amber light. But it wasn’t human. Not anymore. “I’m Iteration 07. They left me awake,” it said. Evryn narrowed her eyes. “Why?” “Because I remembered too much,” 07 said quietly. “And now, so will you.” Suddenly, the lift jerked to a stop. The platform doors slid open, revealing a spherical chamber filled with floating data glyphs, all spiraling around a monolithic core. It pulsed slowly, like a sleeping heart.

"Or he doesn't know. Either way, one of them woke up three weeks ago. Broke out of its pod. Killed four guards. Escaped into the wilderness." My legs feel weak. I sit down hard. "Which one?" "Number Seven. Female. Approximately seventeen years old in appearance." Zara pulls out a tablet, showing me security footage. A pod shattered from the inside. Blue liquid everywhere. And in the corner, a figure moving with inhuman speed. "She's hunting." "Hunting what?" "Humans." Zara swipes through more images. News reports. Missing persons. Bodies found torn apart in ways that don't match any known animal. "She's been killing in nearby cities. Small towns. Picking off isolated victims. Learning. Adapt

I finished his sentence for him. Trav let out a breath. "Bring Dad." After Sara had taken some time to get settled in her new position, she finally began her search for Alpha Vic's minions that had done the dirty work for him while he was in the board meeting with Trav and my dad. It hadn't taken long. She'd only started searching the prior day. I mean, it couldn't be too hard when you had an alpha aura.