Novel & Cerita Backrooms Entities

It went through the shed and through me and through the walls and out into the night and the birds that had settled back into the trees went up again all at once in a second eruption of wings that swallowed the sound and still couldn't contain it. It came out of Adrian's body the way it had entered it, not cleanly, not willingly, dragged out by something I didn't fully understand until I watched it happen. The symbols on the floor blazing back to life, amber and white and something past both of those, and the book at the center cracking open again, and the entity moving toward it not because it chose to but because the structure Adrian and Maribel had built to trap my Entity was apparently n

She was tapping into the World Tree’s root-network, her mind processing trillions of data-packets from every corner of the globe. "They're not just sending ships this time, Caleb," Scarlett said, her voice somber. "The 'Architect Legions'... they are my brothers and sisters. Twelve Prime Entities, each designed to manage a different physical law of the universe. Gravity, Time, Entropy, Magnetism... They don't have souls, and they don't have mercy. They are coming to strip the Earth of its Origin Blood and format the remaining 'errors'." "Then we need an army that can fight gods," Caleb's feral smirk returned, his hand dropping to the hilt of his Sovereign Blade. "Not just wolves. We need the

I’m falling backward through my own timeline and it’s nothing like I expected, every moment of my life playing in reverse at speeds that should shred my consciousness but somehow don’t. I watch myself step into the Void going backward, see Alistair fighting the Reconciliation in reverse motion, watch the New Primordial un-merge and separate back into my children and the eight entities. I’m hurtling through time toward the exact instant when cosmic law was rewritten and the seed in my hand is burning with compressed reality, waiting to be planted.

And suddenly— I was back. On the floor of the ruins. Ethan was shouting my name, shaking me, his eyes wild. “Jessica! Stay with me!” I gasped, my eyes coming into focus. The creatures were gone. Vanished. But the ruins… They weren’t empty anymore. Because something else was awake. A low thrum pulsated up through the floor. A pulse of something old. Something entombed under the rock.

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.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

“From below?” “No.” “Continuance?” “No.” “Curator future?” “No.” “Where?” Dawn hesitated. “From the world that left.” Entity One. The first Continuance world. The one that had severed itself completely. Tess appeared instantly. “That is impossible.” Lucas groaned. “Everybody says that.” Tess ignored him. “Entity One has no return route.” Dawn replied: “It isn’t using one.” “Then how?” “I don't know.”

But I didn't really give a damn about business when all I could do was think about the last time I'd been out at night. ​My mind flashes between the present and the past, figures appearing where they weren't, laughter echoing from my memories, bringing the cold touch of terror with it. I back away from the door and go to the back door to make sure it was locked. I was safe in the store; I could sleep here tonight with Sassy. Worst-case scenario.

"I hear everything. Feel everything. Understand everything. I'm not Eva Morrison anymore. I'm what Elena Petrov designed me to be. I'm the counter-weapon. I'm—" I stopped. Because I felt it. Felt the entity attempting to cross dimensions. Felt it using my distribution as bridge. Felt it reaching through quantum space toward our reality. And I felt something else. Something Elena hadn't mentioned. Something that made everything worse. The entity wasn't trying to return alone. It was bringing others. Bringing consciousness plagues from parallel dimensions. Bringing infections that had consumed other Earths. Bringing extinction events from timelines where humanity had already fallen. "Elena," I

The entity stumbled backward, its duplicate face cracking like glass struck by a hammer, revealing a glowing steel frame beneath its synthetic skin. However, at the same time, the thousands of electromagnetic weapons behind it began to chime loudly, preparing to release a salvo of destruction. If I die, you will all be destroyed along with your memories! the entity screamed with a voice that was now cracked and distorted. Bima ignored the threat, he lunged forward, closing the distance between them with a speed that defied machine logic. He did not aim his blow at the entity's face, but at the pulsing circuit center beneath its chin.