Scp-993 Novels & Stories

Cassandra said calmly, and the line disconnected. Cassandra stepped inside her apartment, locating her room with a large stripe. She was already done in the shower when the doorbell rang. It was Inez. She got dressed quickly before proceeding to the door. As she opened the door, Inez hugged her immediately before urging her to lay plain the gist. Cassandra leisurely located the couch while Inez sat adjacent to her, impatiently beckoning Cassandra to start speaking. Cassandra rested a hand under her cheek before throwing in the news, “ I slept with a stranger, a total stranger, she admitted.

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

Countdown: T-minus thirty-one seconds. The female voice from the ceiling was calm, almost kind. “Termination protocol engaged. Subject Elias Hart-Resonance, Iteration Nine. Thirty seconds to neural cascade shutdown.” The replica, Nine, was on his knees in the server room doorway, fingers clawing at the back of his own neck like he could rip the kill switch out with his bare hands. Mara stood frozen between the two men who wore the same face. One perfect.

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.

"That's impossible." Malik fast-forward. More video. More test results. The girl—my replica, but not me—is injected with something; her body spasms. The screams echo from the tinny speakers. "Subject R-9," Pandora reads. "Test batch: Greyborn." Roman gasps sharply. "She was trying to clone you." No…" I breathe. "Not clone, but to recreate." The video cuts once more—this time, to Sierra in a dark room, taping.

“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

From New York to Rome, Istanbul, Cairo, Iceland, and beyond, Adrian races against an invisible enemy that has protected the truth for over five hundred years. But as the final cipher draws closer, he realizes the greatest danger isn't unlocking the secret... it's surviving it.

Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her skin. Twenty minutes passed. Her body started to shut down. She couldn’t speak anymore—her jaw just wouldn’t move. Her temperature kept dropping. Curling up on the floor, Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one key to the walk-in freezer, and Claire had it. Which meant Zoey’s chances of getting out alive were close to zero. She truly hadn't expected Claire's obsession to reach such a disturbing level. All over a pair of earrings—just earrings—and Claire had tried to kill her.