Scp 999 Novels & Stories

My internal monitors flared a terminal red. To save the data, Kael had to create a vacuum of storage. He needed a place to hide the 'Project 99% Mother' folder where the Frequency Spike couldn't find it. He needed to clear his own cache. He needed to delete the man to save the Admin. [INITIATING: MEMORY LIQUIDATION] [TARGET: PERSONAL ARCHIVE — KAEL BLACKWOOD] [VALUE: ABSOLUTE]

"Priority Alpha. Direct from the Celestial Spire." I took the datapad from him. The screen glowed with the Lugal’s seal—the crescent moon eating the sun. COMMANDER ASHFANG. DEPLOY IMMEDIATELY TO SECTOR 99. BONE WASTES. INVESTIGATE SEISMIC ANOMALIES. SECURE THE SOURCE. "Sector 99," I rumbled. Staring at the coordinates. "That is the Dead Zone. Nothing lives there. Even the Rogues avoid it." "The Onyx Guard isn't avoiding it," Wolfy pointed out. He zoomed in on the map. Zip. "Satellite telemetry shows the heavy battalions moving into position here and here. They are setting up a perimeter."

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

But Scarlett always missed her terribly, but she didn't have time to indulge her emotions. As soon as she hit "submit", her phone rang. It was her father. "Scarlett, I need you to come back to New York. There's a situation that requires your expertise." "What kind of situation?" Scarlett asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. "There's been a breach in one of our safehouses. We need you to retrieve a package and ensure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." "But Dad, can I at least wait until our graduation ceremony?" Scarlett pleaded gently as she wasn't exactly ready (*at least mentally*) to be flung back to her father's criminal world.

Malakor stared at Julian, then looked back at my glowing silver eyes. Dust was raining down from the ceiling now. The quartz shelves were shaking hard. The old books were tumbling onto the floor. "Seven-four-nine-nine!" Malakor screamed. "The code is seven-four-nine-nine. Sector four routing." Julian typed the numbers into his wrist terminal with one hand. The blue screen flashed green, a wave of encrypted files pouring across the display. "Data is in, my lord," Julian said, stepping back and letting go of Malakor's jaw. "I have the records for the Sump clinics."

I had bought a very specific piece of intelligence from a corrupt Council Clerk before the storm hit. "There is no need to draw your weapons, Officer," I said, my voice smooth, cold, and entirely level. I didn't step back. Instead, I leaned slightly forward, locking my eyes onto the lead guard’s identification badge. Commander Zack. "The machine didn't fail," I whispered, keeping my tone low enough that only a werewolf’s enhanced hearing could catch it over the wind. "The identity bound to Mask 99 is under an absolute proxy seal by the Northern High Vault. If you force a hard reset on that console, the biometric lock will flag this entire sector as a security breach. And I don't think your c

"Take the scouts and clear the western trail. The Southern vanguard is dead, but the main force will be tracking our smoke. We need to know how close they are." Rona looked at Silas one last time, a look of deep, bitter grief crossing her scarred face, before she turned and disappeared through the broken gate with her scouts. Killian turned to me, his hand coming down on my shoulder. His skin was burning hot, the fever of his recovering Lycan biology running high as his flesh continued to heal the black burns across his back. "We cannot stay here, Vespera," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The wells are fouled with oil. The meat is gone. We have forty pups in the lower cellars and no water

I rolled my eyes in sheer disbelief and signaled for the track manager to come over. "Hi, could I see the surveillance footage from this area?" Caleb looked up in shock when he heard that. The manager knew I had come with Selene, so he quickly had someone pull the footage. Panicking, Caleb tried to stop him. "N-No, you can't!" Catching the flicker of confusion in Clara's eyes, he stammered, "C-Clara, do you not believe me? Why would you need to check the footage?"

I frantically searched my pockets, but the phone I had been holding onto must've flown somewhere when Joshua had grabbed me. Soon, the rash spread all over my body. My face had swollen up from the reaction, and I could barely see through my eyes. Not to mention, breathing became difficult too. If I couldn't escape, I would die in the storage room. As I searched for something to break the lock, I finally spotted my phone that had been tossed to the corner. Overjoyed, I picked it up with trembling hands. However, neither my parents, my brother, nor Joel answered my calls.

And tomorrow, every detail of that statement would matter. His phone buzzed on the table. A text from Louis. 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. Dimitri typed a short reply: 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑.