Scp-747 Novels & Stories

His expression is calm, almost disappointed, like I've confirmed something he expected. "Subject Seven," he says, consulting a tablet. "I thought you might be the first to attempt to escape during a security breach. Your psychological profile indicated elevated resourcefulness and risk tolerance." Subject Seven. Not even my name anymore, just a number in his research. "Let me go," I say, trying to project more confidence than I feel. "You have no right to hold me here." "On the contrary, I have every right. And unfortunately, your escape attempt demonstrates exactly why high-security containment is necessary for dimensionally affected individuals."

The man said nonchalantly and walked out of the room. **** Kyara was nuts and bolts frightened to the crux at the narration of the kidnapper. He was the same man who turned her unconscious by putting chloroform in the handkerchief. Nathan's earlier words struck her felicitous and she immediately established a mind link. Kyara doesn't have the phone with her to send him the location but looking out of the window she explained to him everything about the habitat surrounding her through the mind link. Nathan got the entire information that was needed to arrive at the location.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

"Rosalia Weaver... Everyone said that the feared mob boss Jared Pierce loves you more than anything else. Clearly, that's just a joke! Do you know? I staged that kidnapping myself. This baby came at the wrong time... After getting poisoned, it wouldn't be a healthy baby even if it were born. All it took was a small trick, and he had already grown not to care for you. Soon enough, he'll divorce you and be mine completely!" Her words didn't anger me as I just looked at her calmly. "If you want that man, take him. I don't want him anymore." I closed my eyes, saying nothing more. Seeing how pitiful I looked, Melody must have decided I was no longer a threat. She didn't push further. And so, I wa

*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.”

The door opened, revealing a room full of computer equipment and a massive countdown display. Eight minutes, forty-three seconds. "The abort code," Vex whispered. "Console three. Authorization code Prometheus-Omega-7-7-4. But you need... my voice recognition... too." She coughed blood, her body failing. "Stay with me," I said, carrying her to the console. "Just a little longer." Theo was already at the computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Got it. Ready for voice authorization." I held Vex close to the microphone. "Say it. Authorization code Prometheus-Omega-7-7-4."

Ariana Vale. Mason Hale. The image glitched. And over it, text began to type itself across the screen. SUBJECT A: SUCCESSFUL INTEGRATION. SUBJECT B: DORMANT PROTOCOL ACTIVE. Ariana’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. “What does that mean?” she asked. No one answered. The video shifted again. This time it wasn’t a hospital. It was concrete. Steel walls. A circular chamber underground. Facility Seven.

It was covered by the long sleeve of his shirt. Elion reached out. His hand hovered over the fabric. He wanted to look. He wanted to see the glow. But he was afraid. He was afraid that if he pulled back that sleeve, he wouldn't see a scar. He wouldn't see a tattoo. He would see something that didn't belong in this world. Elion pulled his hand back. He went to his bed. He grabbed his notebook. Anomaly 6: The Voice. Auditory hallucination? Or recording? Anomaly 7: The Stairs. Cale knew the carpet was loose. Anomaly 8: The Wrist. Glowing. The number Seven.

The click of it locking feels like a lie. When I return to the archive, the air feels warmer. The lamp’s circle of light looks smaller somehow, like the room is expanding into shadow again. I sit at my desk and pull my notebook out—the unmarked one, the one that is mine, the only place I can write without being edited by their systems. My pen hovers over the page. I write: NIGHT 4 — NEAR-BREACH Subject H–47 displayed accelerated emotional proximity. Physical contact imminent. Watcher confirmed in corridor.