Scp-971 Novels & Stories

No name. Just a velvet box with a thumb drive inside. She stared at it. And slowly—slowly—inserted it into her laptop. A video began to play. Fuzzy at first. Then clear. It was a man’s voice: “Asset 02-27-B. Subject shows exceptional memory retention and elevated spatial reasoning. We recommend placement under secondary family cover until Phase Three.” A woman’s voice interrupted. “She’s too young.” “But if we don’t move her now, they’ll find her. Claire already suspects.”

“What do you mean?” Marla tapped her keyboard. On the screen appeared a registration document. Not legal. Medical. Anita read it aloud. “‘Subject: SB-001. Genetic viability: confirmed. Psychological profile: compliant with conditioning. Intelligence quotient: stable. Risk level: dormant.’” Nathan blinked. “She’s not a person to them. She’s a project.” Ethan added, “They’ve been monitoring her since she disappeared. And guess where she was for the last six months?” Marla’s voice was grim. “A Rothschild psychiatric facility in Prague. Off the books. Not for treatment. For reprogramming.”

said Noel. “Calm down, Princess. Let me borrow your weapon for a second.” Said Alto. Alto just grab Noel’s hand without permission. “What are you supposed to do?” ask Nathan. “Because of you can’t freely release the Encoded Weapon, then we’ll force it out.” Said Stevan. “Oh, I see.” Said Alexa. “Here we go!” said Stevan. Squad 97 is ready to begin. “Encoded Weapon released!” said the whole Squad 97.

Because I understand. If someone had told him there was a way to ensure I wouldn’t die young, wouldn’t weaken, wouldn’t fail as an Alpha… He would’ve signed anything. I pull the manifest. The screen fills with sterile text. Clinical. Cold. No villains. Just data. SUBJECT: NOONE, ALESSANDRA STATUS: ACTIVE / UNCONTAINED CLASSIFICATION: GENETIC CATALYST Harley inhales sharply. I scroll. SUBJECT: FIVE STATUS: ACTIVE / CONTAINED

Colton had given him the file—encrypted logs of off-grid sites funded quietly by Echo. The compound was nestled beneath camouflage netting, indistinguishable from the forest around it. Julian broke in through a side access panel with tools forged from memory and years of espionage. Inside, he found labs long since powered down—but not forgotten. Stasis chambers lined the walls, each labeled with names, genetic codes, and the prefix "H-X." Helix subjects. Some chambers were broken. Others were still… occupied. He snapped photos, sent encrypted messages back to Colton and Savannah, and then froze at one file in particular. MIRA: H-X-009. Status: Active. Escaped. Unknown.

Damien turned to Elara. “They became ghosts.” Splice zoomed in on one particular file: Subject Echo-9. A redacted profile appeared—gender listed as female, age unknown, location: Garden Metro. But what froze the room was the image embedded in the file. A child’s drawing. Crude. Childlike. But undeniably powerful. A small girl holding hands with a woman in a white lab coat—presumably her mother. The girl had a red scarf around her neck, and a name written in crooked handwriting on the bottom of the drawing:

His grip was firm, steady, and entirely grounding, trying to pull me back from the dark edge of my rising fury. “Kael,” Lucien murmured low in his chest. “Read the log from twenty years ago, Julian,” I said, my silver-ringed eyes fixed on the terminal screen mounted beside the tank. Julian stepped up to the panel, plugging his bypass tool into the ancient interface. The blue screen flickered to life, displaying a handwritten medical log signed by a rogue High Conservatory geneticist named Dr. Aris. “Subject 109 has achieved full cellular stabilization,” Julian read aloud, his rough voice tight. “The Pure Omega strain has successfully bonded with the host marrow. Inquisitor Vane has ordered i

The strange symbol on the baby’s forehead had begun glowing. The underground chamber responded. Lights flickered on one by one. Then a screen appeared on the far wall. A single sentence appeared. TARGET ACQUIRED. Seraphina froze. Another line appeared. ORIGINAL TARGET: LUCIEN VIRELLI. Her heart dropped. Victor stared at the screen. “No…” A third line appeared. SECONDARY TARGET: SERAPHINA SERAEL VALE. Then another. TERTIARY TARGET: SUBJECT ZERO-D. Seraphina’s blood ran cold.

I stopped in front of the first one. A girl. No older than ten. My eyes. But softer. Unaware. Unbroken. Lucien whispered, “Can they be saved?” “I don’t know.” “Will they be like you?” “No,” I said. “They’ll be better.” We found the control room buried deep below. Monitors blinked. Life signs stable. Neural connections active. And in the center—an AI construct shaped like a woman. My mother’s voice. The Architect. “If you’re seeing this, IV-9, then you made the wrong choice.”

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