Novel & Cerita Backrooms Entities

"Access requires a triple-thread authorization." "DNA. Retinal. And the Blood-Covenant," Elena snapped. She held her still-bandaged finger to the glass. The elevator didn't go down. It felt as though the world itself were shifting around her. With a heavy, tectonic groan, the car descended past the foundation, past the subway lines, into the bedrock of the city. The doors opened to a room filled with the smell of ozone and ancient paper. This was the Everett Black-Site. Thousands of glass cylinders lined the walls, each containing a physical and digital backup of every secret the family had ever bought, sold, or stolen.

the entity said. “And yet… here I am,” I repeated. Stronger this time. Because now I believed it. Something moved behind the entity. More shadows. More shapes. My stomach dropped. “They’re not alone,” I whispered. Her voice responded immediately. “Multiple presences detected.” Great. Just great. “Of course you brought backup,” I muttered. “This is not a confrontation,” the entity replied. “This is retrieval.” “Yeah?” I smiled faintly. “Then you’re doing a terrible job.”

Then for the first time it answered without certainty. …Unexpected interpretation. Nathan stepped closer again. “You’re wrong about her,” he said. “You’re wrong about all of this.” The entity turned slightly toward him. And then the darkness behind it shifted. Something else was coming through. Something older than even it. Ryker’s face changed instantly. “…No…” Ethan stepped back. “What now?” The entity’s voice lowered slightly. Correction layer activation detected. The white cracked again. And from beyond it another presence began to form.

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.”

Vivi Shepard died a miserable death. Betrayed by her boyfriend and her so-called best friend, she was used as bait in a deadly dungeon and left to bleed out while the two people she trusted watched without remorse. But fate gave her a second chance. Vivi woke up one week before the apocalypse, with all her memories of the future intact. This time, she knew what was coming. When the sky turned red, mysterious crystals descended upon the earth, granting humanity supernatural abilities. Spatial gates opened, monsters flooded the world, and civilization crumbled overnight. In the new world, power was everything. The strong ruled, the weak obeyed, and Hunters risked their lives

The System flared red across Sera’s vision a half-second before Adrian’s posture shifted into something ready and lethal. [Multiple non-human entities detected. Number: four. Distance: 220 meters and closing.] [Attraction trigger: dual rebirth signatures.] [Threat level: Moderate to high. Host is primary target.] So the monsters could smell them. The ones who had come back carried a different scent, and the early creatures were already hunting it.

The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party. “Well did you?!” An angry voice bellowed. The black man's face was blown with anger as he barely kept himself under control. I started to shake even more. “Did I what?” “Did you kill the other pack?” I looked back down at the body. Then I looked all around me at the others. There must be at least twenty bodies lying here. Flashes of Claire and the fire ran through my mind and I remembered the cries I heard. Did they sound like Shape Shifters' screams? All of the sudden, the smell around me became too much to bare and I started to feel dizzy.

Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent. "Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here." I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

“Has he been around living humans?” “Not that I’m aware of. His basement is off limits for workers and volunteers since Gina started bringing kids in, security keeps visitors away and the access to the tunnels is blocked with an iron door only a couple of us have the key to.” “Blocked to living humans, not to entities.” Brett twisted his mouth in a doubtful grimace. “I don’t think he ventures there. You see, there’s a really dark aggressive entity down there.” “Skippy,” I said, nodding. “The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.”

The wallpaper is stained and peeling, and a smear of black mould has been worn into the wooden floorboards, covered half-heartedly with a thread-bare rug. Ironically, this place reminds me of how recently it was that my body still lived. My consciousness might have arrived from three decades in the future, when I was a full-fledged vampire, but this body is still a newborn. Parts of my physical form still hold echoes of a mortal life, and those parts riot upon finding themselves back in this horrid establishment of death.