Scp-713 Novels & Stories

"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

Cassidy said, “The possibility of opening portals here is in the back of the minds of some of the guards closest to the Red Queen. They are thinking about the ways they can get her out if necessary. They know there’s a possibility we’ve deciphered the emails we found, but they don’t know for sure. The head of her defenses is a tall Vampire with glasses and a jagged scar on his face. They call him Komandir Chepin, but that’s not his real name. He’s… not nice.” “Then get out of there before he realizes you’re poking around in his head and decides to keep you for a while!” Brandon shouted at her. “He doesn’t know I’m here. None of them do. I’m probing the guards, not him. Or her. There’s someth

Elena shouted, but the line went to a terrifying, rhythmic static. Gaia, the newly humanized Sixth Sister, stood tall, her eyes reflecting the deep indigo of the ocean depths. "The Seventh is the Composite Mind. Silas didn't want to rule the world; he wanted to become the world. He mapped the neuro-signatures of every Northwood employee, every Syndicate member, and every person who ever downloaded a Northwood-integrated app. The 'Seventh' is the sum of their obedience." Alexander stared at the screen. Across the globe, from the streets of Lagos to the penthouses of London, people were stopping in their tracks. They weren't fighting. They weren't screaming. They were simply turning toward the

"I thought we were going to be the ones walking out of this. You always were the optimist, Pim. That’s why you’re the one who usually ends up bleeding." "I'm the one who ends up living," Pim snapped, lunging toward the server’s primary cooling vent. "Focus on the bypass. Now!" The doors to the study groaned as a heavy hydraulic ram slammed against the frame. Outside, the muffled, robotic voice of a team leader echoed through the corridor, devoid of human inflection. "Target acquisition confirmed. Initiate breach. Eliminate assets. Protocol 7-Beta in effect." "Protocol 7-Beta," Chalida hissed, her eyes widening. "That’s a scorched-earth directive. They aren't even going to try to capture us f

I breathed heavily. Alexander wiped blood from his cheek. “You’re hurt.” “So are you.” He smiled. “I’m harder to kill.” “I’ve noticed.” Then I heard it. A low growl. Not from Alexander. Inside me. Luna. I closed my eyes. Where are you? A sensation answered. Cold, metal, and darkness. Then an image appeared in my mind. A hallway. A red door. Numbers. 7-1-3. I opened my eyes. “Seven thirteen.” Alexander frowned. “What?” “Room 713.” “There is no Room 713.” “I know.”

Not a Reaper, not a drone…but a black sphere, shimmering, humming low like a death song. It pulsed once. A voice echoed through the chamber: "Unauthorized presence. Resurrection protocol denied. Backup override initiated." "It's trying to wipe her," I said. Null screamed. "No! If she's erased, the root dies. And all of us with it!" The sphere opened. Needles of light. A soft hum of deletion. Subject 13 stepped forward. For the first time, his voice rang strong. "I won't let you touch her." He pressed his palm to the bone chair.

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.

“Vivienne… it’s me. We’re inside. Stage 7 goes deeper than we thought. There’s a chamber they call the interface, some kind of behavioral core. It’s live.” Vivienne’s breath caught but not from fear. From recognition. “They spoke to us. Through the walls. Not recorded. Not looped. Live.” The signal crackled. “There’s more. Names. Files. Something Astra never told us. Something ” A second voice broke in. Not Isolde. Not human. “Subject 7B’s return is not authorized.” “Echo remains within compliance parameters.” “Proceed to recalibration.” Then static. Dead air. Vivienne stared at the wall.

And in the dark corners of that tapestry, the Sovereign Seven were moving. "They think they’re invisible, Caspian," I said, my voice echoing in the cold, high-altitude air of the Richard Tower’s balcony. My head was throbbing, a rhythmic pulse that matched the Grid’s heartbeat. "But they aren't. They’re using Deep-Vibration Analog. They’re communicating through the resonance of the city's old pipe systems. They think it’s a dead zone, but to my link, it’s a scream."

Uniformed, scarred, eyes shining with the same silver light as the sentinel outside. Each of them bore a mark etched into the side of their neck: XIII, XIV, and XV. The woman stepped forward. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “You’re early,” she said to Isla. “I wasn’t aware I had a time slot.” The woman smiled faintly. “We didn’t expect the signal for another month. The breach was… accelerated.” Christopher raised his rifle. “Who are you?” “We were like her,” said Subject XIV. “But we didn’t escape. We adapted.”