Backrooms Core Novels & Stories

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

Edda’s body twitched, metal fingers scraping against the floor as backup circuits sparked to life. The chamber’s lights dimmed, surged, dimmed again—like the Cathedral was trying to breathe for her. Bram staggered upright, coughing smoke. “She’s rebooting. She’s actually rebooting.” Ines swiped frantically through her cracked tablet. “She’s jumping cores. If she finishes the transfer—she’ll be everywhere again.” Varian wiped blood from his eyes and rose, pain radiating through every rib. “Not happening. Liora—”

"The Anchor is the 'Pain,' Vane. The Curators don't have it. They have 'Data,' but they don't have 'Scars.' Everyone... focus on your 'Worst-Day.' Focus on the hunger, the soot in your lungs, the moment the Great Engine stopped. That is the only thing the Core-Null can't categorize." The "Breach" was a psychological siege. To move forward, the crew had to "Lean" into their suffering. The Aethel-Seed groaned as it pushed through the "Logic-Shields" of the Core-Null. The ship’s hull began to flake away, not from heat, but from "Irrelevance." The bronze-wood was being turned back into "Idea-of-Wood."

“The Core’s power will rewrite every living demon’s code within the Nest. There will be no hunger. No love. No weakness. Only perfect predators will remain.” The Sanctum doors opened. Inside, the Core—resting in its massive crystalline chalice—began to pulse with oily black light. Vako had corrupted the source itself. “Sadira, don’t!” Jake shouted—but it was already too late. Sadira moved as if drawn by a magnet. The light around her body shifted from blue to deep violet. “It’s calling…” she whispered. “The Core is calling me home.” That was when Nathan burst into the chamber.

During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia. At that moment, I felt a deep rage—rage at myself for being so naive and for causing my daughter's death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when my son handed me the leash. This time, I was determined to make them all pay. - When Thomas placed the dog leash in my hands, I snapped back to reality. I stumbled back a few steps and threw the leash aside. It hit me then—I had been reborn. In my past life, it was this very dog that had taken my and Alice's lives!

The war between Natalia and him wasn’t just about business anymore. It was about something more deeper. ——- The Following Morning, Carrington Global Headquarters: The morning sunlight cut through the sleek glass walls of Carrington Global’s towering headquarters, but Damien’s office felt colder than ever. His reflection stared back at him from the windowpane—sharp suit, impeccably styled hair, but eyes shadowed with something unfamiliar. Doubt. Regret. Fear.

Each one feels wrong when I touch it—like trying to walk on veins that pulse underfoot. The dark behind us bends. Warps. Breathes. Kael jerks me close, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t look back.” “Why?” “Because it wants you to.” And that’s when I hear it. Not words this time. A hum. Low and deep, vibrating in my teeth, my bones, the marrow of who I am. It curls around my thoughts like smoke, whispering not with syllables but with hunger. Give. My chest tightens. The Core’s light inside me flickers hot and wild, clawing to answer. To feed.

"So did I. All my misfortunes started when I met you." "Is that so?" Gilbert smirked and stopped looking at her, instead pulling Sharon outside. It was not until they drove away in the car that Kisa tried to get up from the floor. Her back hurt like hell from hitting the cabinet, and her body felt as if it was going to fall apart whenever she moved. She gritted her teeth and walked slowly to the coffee table, picked up her mother's ruined notebook, and held it in her arms, then slowly walked upstairs. She trudged forward, not only the dull pain coming from her back but also the familiar pain that flooded her internal organs coming with each step. There were many maids around her quietly watc

I could only imagine what the bottom of my feet looked like now that I was running bare-footed on sharp rocks and pine needles. “She better be,” Nathan boomed from behind me before I would answer. Nathan wore his normal gray sweats I had seen many times before, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his bare chest. His perfectly sculpted muscles made my heart flutter in anticipation, despite our current circumstances. I looked closer when my eyes rested on a dark patch on the left of his stomach. As he came closer, I noticed two small puncture wounds at the top of the steady blood flow coming from his left abdomen.

"We are going home." I looked back down the causeway. The destruction of the central spire had enraged the Underworld realm itself. The pitch-black sky was tearing open, raining jagged shards of necrotic ice, while hundreds of shade-sentinels and Nether-Hounds surged down from the mountain ruins, hunting for the living light radiating from my core. I pulled Gideon’s right arm over my shoulders, taking his massive physical weight onto my back. With my left hand holding my remaining silver dagger and my core burning on its final reserve of energy, I began the agonizing march back across the desolate waste toward the nether-rift.