Scp-706 Novels & Stories

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

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.

, Jessica whispered fiercely. "Not while I'm breathing". They ran deeper down the corridor. Lights flickered overhead. Jessica felt a vibration under her feet like the whole facility shifting, adjusting, closing around them. A voice crackled overhead. Cold. Mechanical. Too calm. "Subject A-01 located. Subject J-100 retrieval initiated. Activate containment protocol". Jessica froze. Subject J-00. Her. Romeo's voice came through the closing door behind them a shout, a gunshot, then metal slamming.

*Test subjects. Aleksandr stepped forward, studying the nearest chamber. The label read: SUBJECT 017 – STATUS: ACTIVE Suddenly, the figure’s eyes snapped open. A sharp alarm blared through the lab. Elena’s heart pounded. “We need to move, now.” Hydra’s Trap Above ground, Dante and Luca had infiltrated the facility’s control center. Screens flickered with security feeds—guards mobilizing, alarms flashing red. Luca swore. “They knew we were coming.”

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.”

I almost lost control today in her apartment and if she saw the brutality I was capable of when I had no control Dea would fear me till the day she drew her last breath. "That complicates things. I'm sure we can find a way to scare him. We could always use the little bloodsucker. I'm sure he and Lilith wouldn't mind some fresh, hot blood," Quade chuckled at his morbid idea and, even I had to admit, it was a good plan, "you do remember who they are?" "I remember," I admitted, "I've worked with each one of the council members individually to have slight memories of them so Sydney wasn't around all the time."

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.

“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.