Scp106 Novels & Stories

She was tired and needed to rest by the time the call was coming to an end. “Is there anything else you need to report?” Chairwoman Kathrine Jones asked. “Yes ma’am. There is one more thing. All of the special ops personnel take a drug called K-101.” Hope ran a trembling hand over her face. “It allows whoever uses it to tap into super abilities, as in strength and speed. A normal human can become as fast and strong as us.” Hope was referring to the supernatural and not just the Weres or vampires.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Sheldon could not have seen the attacker during that process, only their feet! Six toes! It became clear. Sheldon did not mean he saw their master; he was referring to the attacker having six toes. Rowan had six toes, so Sheldon tried using that clue to hint at the perpetrator's characteristics. After Sir Holt sent Lillian off, Chad approached and asked, "Are there any soldiers with six toes in the army in the firmament?" Sir Holt was not sure. "We can check. Every soldier who goes up must undergo a medical examination, and their physical characteristics are recorded in detail."

Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six — and were met with silence. Not normal silence. Dead silence. Alexander tightened his grip on his knife. “This level… feels wrong.” Elias scanned the corridor — his eyes glowing faint amber, the faint bond tugging him downward. “She’s close. One level below.” Sable ran a quick scan with her wrist device. “Hold up, hold up — something’s not right. Level Six is usually swarming with guards.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “So where are they?” A voice answered from above.

Mara looked away. The answer was in the folder. In the ledger. In the pages Clara had left behind. The people who had been hidden. The children who had been reduced to numbers. “The six,” Evan said finally. “Six people?” “Six children.” My stomach turned. Bennett stepped closer. “The six heat signatures at the Albany facility.” Evan shook his head. “No.” “What do you mean no?” “They want you to think those are people.” The library seemed to grow colder. “Then what are they?” I asked.

Prince Axel was on a rampage within, he was too excited to have the Omega inside the tank within close distance, cuddle, snuggle, rubbing their noses like the old times and shared hot times. “Xerahn your finally back” he teared up Axel watched him closely, and Penelope looked back at him, trying to imitate his movements. “How is Xerahn SC1?” Axel said without looking, staring only at Penelope's obsidian black eyes. SC1 means Scientists #1, Axel doesn't like to call anyone by name, so everyone around the lab are not using their original name. “The electric shock wave works pretty well, and we detected no side effects, he is indeed the perfect one”

I am not sure if it’s because I’m a wolf I love the wilderness or if it’s just me, but it’s my favorite place to be. The back gate opens and Z is standing there, wearing a smile, “1005, welcome to Blue Lab 633.” I nod and he smirks, “Our lab is Red 663,” he says motioning me to come closer. I crawl to him, and he unlocks my collar. I climb out of the SUV carefully and he points to the others. I walk over to 3111 and glance around as A walks to the front door and rings a bell. There are security guards out front, but they don’t speak to us- they look like statues.

Penelope circled the room, flashlight darting over control panels and embedded drawers. One caught her eye, no power indicator, no screen. Manual latch. She popped it open. Inside: a slim drawer of hardcopy files. Old-school. Labeled by hand. She pulled the one on top black folder, silver embossed: LUX PROTOCOL // PHASE ONE She flipped it open. Top page: biometric charts. Notes on “suggestibility thresholds” and “symbolic anchoring in post-trauma subjects.” She turned another page. Then I stopped cold.

The silver spear bit into my shoulder, pinning me against the cold metal wall. I screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the splash below. My arms went empty. The weight of my son, the only thing that kept me sane, was gone. I watched Leo’s small body vanish into the deep, swirling red of the blood pit. "Leo!" I roared. The man who used to be Malakor stepped forward, his violet screen flickering. He raised his second spear, the tip dripping with black poison. "Subject 101. Extraction failed. Proceeding to total deletion."

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat