Backrooms Entities Novels & Stories

My life with Liam used to be peaceful and happy until his childhood friend Eva came back. She was supposed to be another Alpha's Luna from a different pack, and we were supposed to have nothing to do with each other. But not long ago, her Alpha died in a pack war. She returned to the pack and forced her way into our lives under the Beta title Liam had granted her as an exception. At first, Liam showed no particular reaction to her arrival. Or at least it seemed that way on the surface. Until the two of them started spending more time together over pack matters. Until Liam became a rare presence at night. Until after Liam found out I was pregnant and gave me that so-called prenatal medicine.

Darius’s POV The Council chambers erupted in chaos the moment Kiera finished reading the Broker’s message. “What is this entity?” Elder Thorne demanded. “What are we dealing with?” “The Broker exists outside normal reality,” Kiera said, her voice tight. “It’s not wolf, or human, not anything that fits into categories we understand. It exists in the spaces between things… between life and death, worlds, and moments.” “How do you kill something like that?” Thomas asked.

A flicker of recognition, a twisted echo of the Wellspring's original consciousness, seemed to spark within its crimson eyes. "You," it boomed, its voice a cacophony of whispers and screams. "You are the source of my awakening. You will be my instrument of destruction Evie's breath hitched in her throat. The colossal entity's gaze held a chilling familiarity, a distorted echo of the Wellspring's consciousness before its corruption. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This wasn't just a monstrous entity – it was a twisted reflection of the power she had unleashed, a monstrous mirror held up to her own actions.

He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith. The passage led them to a deep cavern, its walls adorned with ancient murals depicting the history of the entity. They saw its origins, its rise to power, its manipulation of those it deemed worthy. Lyra felt a profound sense of dread as she absorbed the information, recognizing the terrible truth of what they had unleashed. The entity’s power was vast and terrifying, its influence far-reaching and sinister.

Fear spread through the pack like wildfire as the sanctum destabilized beneath Blackthorn territory. And the entity fed on every second of it. “It’s drawing strength from the panic upstairs,” I realized instantly. Cassian cursed while dodging falling debris. “Can this thing do anything normal?!” “No,” Kael answered sharply. His silver eyes never left the entity. “It survives through emotional collapse.” The entity’s gaze shifted toward him slowly. “And yet your kind built entire packs through fear.” Kael’s jaw tightened. The problem was it wasn’t entirely wrong. Power. Hierarchy.

Mercury-smooth walls were corroding, the reflected images of dead civilizations warping into screaming faces. Seven Collectors were pressed against the far wall, their forms flickering between solid mercury and transparent terror. The hybrid entity crouched in the center of the room, its body a grotesque marriage of elegant financial engineering and raw, feral consumption. It was feeding on the embassy's dimensional infrastructure, growing larger with each bite. And standing behind the hybrid, projecting through a shimmering portal that opened onto a view of absolute, endless darkness, was a figure. The Principal Creditor.

The emergency text was blinking so fast that it was hard to see. [Massive biological cluster detected! Estimated entity count: four hundred and fifty and rising. Target type: Level 1 Aggressive Infected and Low-Tier Runners. Arrival at the outer gate in forty seconds. Host Eva, the current defensive capabilities of Sanctuary Level 1 are under extreme threat of terminal breach!]

I did not pull back and cry my eyes out, and they did not move as they stroked my back and hair and whispered reassuring words, but the guilt in the pit of my stomach grew stronger and stronger until I felt like throwing up. "Well, well, well, isn't this scene touching? Crying for the dead." My body tensed up and so did Eryx and Killian. Slowly, we ripped ourselves from each other and faced the voice. "What the hell?" Eryx thought out loud with his mouth on the floor and I seconded that because, what the hell? The two beings in front of us were entities, with huge black wings, tiny horns on top of their heads, and razor-sharp fangs. Suddenly, I felt like I'd seen something like this before b

No prep. It thrust in deep—raw, burning, claiming. Alex cried out, back arching, the swollen belly pressing between them as the entity fucked him with savage precision. Every thrust nudged the child, sending sparks of alien ecstasy through both of them. The entity’s cock felt enormous, ridged, dragging against hypersensitive walls amplified by the mutation. “Feel that?” it growled, hips slamming forward. “This is what you were made for. To be owned. To be bred. To carry my legacy.”

The entity stared at him. The whispers below screamed louder. The crack widened. And suddenly hands began climbing out. Human hands. Pale and root-covered, dragging themselves upward from the darkness beneath the forest floor. I stumbled backward in horror. There were dozens of them. No—hundreds. Not bodies. Only arms reaching desperately upward before dissolving back into shadow. The entity made a broken sound in its throat. “I know them.” The creature spread its arms slowly toward the opening beneath the earth. “They are what remains of the selves you abandoned.”