Backrooms Entities Novels & Stories

Just as I thought that I would sail into the air, the tornado began to diminish, and the Wraiths, spirits, and other entities that had relentlessly survived it were forming a path in front of us—a path lined by their writhing forms. In horror, I saw a huge black entity in the middle of the road, but unlike Oni, this one pulsed instead of swirled. It towered above us, but it was formless unlike the slithering demonoids and devil dogs that skulked from behind the stalagmites. "What is it?" I shouted, trying to control the shivers that were causing my teeth to chatter. A powerful Incubus, Oni replied. It belongs to Alexis. It is here to guide us back.

I should've gone back then and there, but I had time on my side and nothing else better to do. I walked through the curtain as If I were a ghost. The bluish white walls were gone, still bright, but washed out. I could've walked through every wall here, but it felt wrong, so I walked the hall like I would have if I'd been there in person. Hazed holograms of living people dotted the place, hovering on the spot or moving along, going about their morning errands. Some of them I recognised. Sean and Kyle, two of Burney's friends, even Big Jim walked past.

Ward said to himself. After a short while, the clean up crew arrived and they started loading up the monster remains to the main base. "This must be the first time we encountered something like this ever since the founding of the city." "Yeah, this will take us hours to clean all of this even with the help of the defense troops and the machinery." … "Hey, hey, this day was so much fun." one of the captains said. "Well, this is the first time we had something like this. It was thrilling killing monsters one after the other right?!" another one replied.

What an overreacting, weak creature. They scurried off leaving him and their victim. He sighed and turned to the woman who's eyes are open wide and looked at him in full horror. Her neck is dripping with blood from each side and her wrists are awfully cut. Her own blood is messily scattered on her face and shirt. Her body is also starting to spasm because of the poison those stupid kids' fangs contain. She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

“The same mountains where the threads are gathering.” Malrik nodded slowly. “Yes.” Marcus cursed under his breath. “So the entity is trying to return there?” “No,” Aria whispered suddenly. Everyone looked toward her. Her eyes had unfocused slightly again. Not lost. Seeing. “The entity is already there.” A chill ripped through the chamber. Aria’s breathing became uneven as flashes tore through her mind again. Darkness. Massive underground ruins. Silver light moving beneath cracked stone. And something enormous sleeping deep below the mountains. Not fully awake.

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

“So he’s got demon-eyes. We’ve got a guy who can turn monsters into pebbles and a girl who can stop time when she has a panic attack. We’re all weird here.” “That’s different,” Emma insisted. “Our weirdness is… human weirdness. His is… old weirdness.” Classy looked up from his tablet. “She’s not wrong. According to the files Amy let me access—and I think she only let me see what she wanted me to see—the Shadowalker entity predates recorded history. References in Mesopotamian tablets, coded mentions in medieval grimoires. It’s not a person; it’s a concept given a body when it finds a suitable host.”

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

I reached the core instance and aimed the absorption device point-blank. "Wait," it said, and for a moment it sounded almost human. "Absorbing a Class S entity will complete your fragmentation. You'll cease being the person you were." "Acceptable cost," I replied and pulled the trigger. The absorption was nothing like the others. Class S entities weren't just powerful; they were vast. The Recursion Anomaly contained layers of code I'd never seen, functions that governed how reality itself operated in Lenore. Intent mechanics, player respawn protocols, save state management, narrative branching logic. It was essentially a piece of the game's operating system given physical form.