Scp-786 Novels & Stories

Victor replayed the footage of Evelyn leaving the estate again. And again. He noticed the subtle tension in her expression. Something troubled her. Something she wasn’t sharing. Victor’s instincts sharpened. “You’re hiding something.” He walked back to the desk and opened a new file on the computer. The screen displayed a report from the research records he had requested earlier. Project Aurora. Genetic trials. Sixteen failed subjects. One surviving result. Victor tapped the desk slowly. The code appeared again on the screen. S-V-017 He stared at it for a long moment.

Vardan growled, gesturing toward the console. Sora plugged the black drive into the terminal. The screens flared to life, scrolling through thousands of files. Images of dissections, chemical formulas, and video logs of screaming test subjects filled the monitors. Sora’s eyes locked onto one file dated twenty years ago. It was a video of a younger Dante Valente. He was holding a baby in his arms—a baby with silver-tinted eyes. "Project Spica," the voice on the recording said. It was his father’s voice, but it lacked any trace of the warmth Sora remembered. "The first viable hibrida. The vessel for the pure Beastman essence."

He looked back at her then, and for a fleeting, devastating second, the violet rage faded, leaving behind the man who had laid on the sofa with her and wondered about the nature of humanity. "The exit to the surface is three levels up," he commanded, his hand moving to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his coat. "The extraction unit will target the strongest signal in the sector. That will be me. While it is fixated on me, you will reach the surface." "I am not leaving you here to be deleted," Cattleya said, her voice hard, final. She reached into her pocket, gripping the silver locket she had recovered”the one labeled TEST SUBJECT: 801.

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

The First Clue The files arrived faster than expected—an encrypted drive delivered in a locked metal case shortly after midnight. Holden didn’t go to his office. Instead, he opened the drive in the study connected to Elena’s room, keeping her close even while she slept. Lines of classified documents slid across the screen. Names. Dates. Medical scans. Confidential notes. Then— Holden froze. Unit List — Special Ward Project (Prototype Phase) A list of children with their assigned numbers. He found it. Unit 07: █████ █████ — Status: Transferred to Custodial Family Biological Parents: Class A Confidential

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 eastern research wing of Rodriguez Tower blazed with emergency lighting as Alex/Sonia navigated the corridors, each step a negotiation between two minds controlling one body. James flanked them on the right, weapon drawn, while Thompson led the security team ahead. "Marcel's operatives breached containment in Lab Seven," James reported, checking the tactical display on his wrist. "Four minutes ago." "The cryogenic storage," Alex's voice emerged, before shifting to Sonia's cadence. "He's after the original genetic templates."

"Before they settled on making copies of Chaewon, they tried making something new. Something perfect. I saw the files. The prototypes." "And?" Chaewon prompted. "They all went insane. The enhancements, the modifications—they worked physically. But psychologically? The subjects couldn't handle it. Broke down. Had to be terminated." "So Omega is unstable," Han said. "Maybe. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it." Haeun pulled out a folded paper from her pocket. "I stole this from the Red Cell archives. Before I escaped. Didn't know what it meant then, but now..." She spread it on the table. A schematic. The human body overlaid with technological components. And in the center, a small de

“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.

Berlin Safehouse – Control Room Evelyn stood over the bodies with clenched fists. Matteo’s voice buzzed in her ear. “She got in?” “She was let in,” Evelyn growled. “Someone on the inside looped the cameras and disabled the secondary locks.” “Casualties?” “Three dead. Two unconscious. Ana survived.” That name hit Matteo like a punch. “Ana Moreno?” “Yeah,” Evelyn said. “And here’s the kicker—Subject 08 didn’t touch her.”