Backrooms Core Novels & Stories

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

he said, bowing his head. "Thomas," I said, nodding at him. "I'm back."Freya sat on my bed, she looked around the room, admiring the decor. The walls were covered in different posters, each one depicting a scene from one of my favorite books or movies. The posters were vibrant and colorful, and they brought life to the otherwise plain room.I heard a knock on my door and Thomas, the head guard, announced his presence. I opened the door just a crack and peered out, asking him to spread the news that I was back. He replied in the affirmative before leaving. I shut the door and made my way to the bathroom, where Freya was still lying in bed. She stood up as soon as she saw me, and asked if she c

“You’re literally in my head, remember? I’m not alone.” She crawled down the slick rocks toward the waterline, where a rusted maintenance door waited. She used Cole’s bypass tool to break the lock and slipped inside. The interior was dark, lined with humming cables and faint blue light. Every step echoed. At the end of the corridor was a reinforced glass chamber. Inside it, floating in a suspension field, was a black cube — the core. The moment she saw it, her head throbbed. Static screamed behind her eyes. “That’s it,” Jax’s voice rasped. “The neural core. It’s what links us.”

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

He wasn't a beast of nature anymore; he was a living, breathing engine of the slums, his heart adjusting to the charcoal-iron density of the bedrock we had opened. "The... the concrete sanctum..." Dante rumbled through our alpha-tether, his voice a heavy, concrete-shattering frequency that made the steel deck plates vibrate. "The backup drives... are buried beneath thirty feet of reinforced zinc-weave armor at the apex of the central sector. Zora... if the core lines don't reconnect... the pack’s marrow... will solidify inside their veins before the sun drops."

he murmured, handing her one. She smiled softly, leaning into him. “We can’t. My center needs me. My kids need me.” “Yeah.” He kissed her forehead. “Let’s go fix some things.” At El Camino House The moment they stepped into the center, Minnie’s heart broke a little all over again. Even with the broken glass swept up and most of the debris cleared, it felt raw. Wounded. Ryan was already there, cleaning the shredded remains of her bulletin board. Before she could approach him, a familiar voice piped up behind her.

I shoved her away forcefully and, thinking about the gift Lily mentioned, hurried back home. It was true. I hadn't returned home in a long time. When I got back, I was instantly enveloped by a heavy sense of cold emptiness. The gift Lily had mentioned was sitting alone on the table. I looked at the note and suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. Was this just another tactic Lily was using to get my attention? But how could she be so cruel, using our child's life to provoke me? "Lily! Come out! You shouldn't lie about a miscarriage just to make me care about you! Come out and explain yourself!"

> Elise (calm, calculated): “Not yet. You’re not ready.” > Lucien: “Then come make us ready.” A door slid open ahead. Blue light spilled from within. > Ava (flat): “This feels like a horror film.” > Sera: “Then we end it like survivors.” They entered. The Core Room A central terminal stood lit in the middle of a glass chamber. A black chair. A wall of displays showing Amber’s live nodes flickering… flickering… fading. > Sera: “She’s inside the code.” > Lucien (reading display): “She’s not just corrupting Amber. She’s splitting it. Forking the network into a parallel platform.”

“Then I’ll bring you back. I don’t care how deep they buried you, Callum. I will find you.” The vault doors hissed as we stepped forward, and a shudder rolled through the ground beneath us. It wasn’t seismic. It was mechanical. It was waking up. The Eidolon core was housed in a crystalline interface, glowing faintly like a pulse beneath glass. Data streamed across its surface in patterns that no human eye could interpret — but Callum’s gaze locked onto them like instinct. He walked toward it. Slowly. Each step drawing out something inside him — some thread of memory, code, pain.

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38