Scp-992 Novels & Stories

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Disappeared three years ago. Knox frowned. “Last seen working on neuro-clone implants for military AI.” “And now she’s resurfaced as an Omega Candidate?” Alma asked. Julian zoomed in on the profile. “She has Parity code embedded in her cerebellum. We’re not just talking ideology. These people are the program now.” Alma swallowed hard. “Which means Evelyn is still alive inside them.” Meanwhile, Tokyo Underground, Facility Nine Dr. Lila Trent adjusted the silver band around her wrist. It shimmered, then flickered red.

A beat of silence, filled only by the faint sound of his structured breathing on the other end of the line. “We located a concealed refrigeration unit. Behind a false panel in the master bedroom walk-in. It’s keyed to a biometric lock.” My grip tightened on the phone. The leather of the seat creaked under my other hand. “And?” “We bypassed it. The interior temperature is holding at 3.2 degrees Celsius.” Another pause, the sound of a gloved hand handling something. “We have one vial, partially used. The label reads Thaumatin-9. Syringes and solvent buffers are present.”

“A black-ops agency linked to the Department of Defense. I never saw the name written out. But they referred to themselves in communications as Unit Nine.” Sophia’s heart dropped. Unit Nine. That name had come up once—buried in the metadata from the original drone photo. Elise hadn’t been able to confirm anything. It was a ghost acronym. No record. No budget. No oversight. And now, it was hunting them. Langley fumbled with his coat, pulling out a second USB drive. “This,” he said, “is everything I couldn’t send electronically. The backup to the backup. Locations of active trials. Names of civilian test subjects. Internal video files of suppressive injections. They’re still out there doing it

Sheila noticed Julian's expression change. She leaned closer, asking what was wrong. He didn't hear her. He kept dialing my number on muscle memory until his phone died in his hand. He couldn't hold back his panic, pushed her away and drove home frantically. He was shouting my name before he was through the front door. The staff had never seen him like this. None of them had the courage to tell him I was gone. He took the stairs three at a time. He threw open my door. The room was empty.

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

"My threat perception is going haywire. Something is watching us. And it’s not human." Haley, who was currently typing furiously on her pink laptop while walking backward, suddenly stopped. "Uh, guys? I’m picking up biological signatures. Two of them. Massive ones. But... the heat signatures are weird. They’re indistinguishable from the background cold." "That’s because they don't have body heat," Olivia said calmly, not breaking her stride. "They are the Gravekeepers. Chimera Subject 09. A perfect fusion of deep-sea gigantism and lupine aggression."

Like seeing someone from a dream you forgot. Its head tilted slowly. Studying me. The scientist smiled. “Prototype Zero.” A pause. “Meet Ariana.” Silence. Then— the thing spoke. Its voice sounded distorted. Broken. Mechanical. Human. All at once. “…Subject… Nine.” My blood turned cold. Subject Nine. Me. How did it know that? Damien stepped forward instantly. “You don’t come near her.” Prototype Zero looked at him. Then back at me. Its expression changed slightly.

As the Static Blanket dissolved, the vacuum left behind was filled with a new kind of sound, a high-pitched, metallic whine that vibrated in the teeth of every shifter in the city. ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the Chiyoda plaza, his boots crunching on the glass shards of the Ghost-Tower. Around him, millions of people were stumbling out of buildings, clutching their heads, their neural-links glowing white-hot as they disconnected from the Architect’s grid. ​"Leo, we have to move," Ren shouted, his eyes fixed on his frequency-mapper. "The Shadow Council isn't just sending drones. They’ve triggered Protocol 99." ​"What is Protocol 99?" Maya asked, her golden Force flaring as she shielded a

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.