Backrooms Entity 15 Novels & Stories

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

she whispered to me. I let out a piercing scream as she repeated the process on the other side of my back. As she continued, I felt a sensation stirring beneath my skin, intensifying the agony. My body convulsed violently as I collapsed to my knees. Agony surged through me, causing my entire being to seize up as I cried out once more. I slumped forward, attempting to claw at the ground beneath me as the entity within my back writhed beneath my skin.

“Left door. Now.” She skidded to a stop and pulled the rusted handle. The door resisted. Vale slammed his shoulder into it. The metal finally gave way. They stumbled into a small control room filled with old servers and dusty terminals. Ancient equipment compared to the sleek systems upstairs. But one console still glowed faintly. Adrian’s voice came through the speaker above it. “This is the backup interface.” Vale stared at the outdated machine. “You’re telling me this antique can rebuild your body?” “No,” Adrian said.

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

For a long second, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant creak of Thornwood’s walls. “What… the fuck… was that?” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. My body still trembled, oversensitive and leaking their cum, the fresh bite on my neck throbbing in time with the new bond. Silas lifted his head. The black was gone, but his steel-gray eyes were wide with raw terror. His left arm moments ago fully marble now showed patches of living skin where the stone had shattered during our climax. “The Entity,” he rasped. “It hasn’t been this strong in years. Not since”

My scar burned, hotter than it ever had, glowing bright against my skin. The Entity appeared. Not as a voice this time. As a shape. Tall, ancient, beautiful, and terrible, eyes like dying stars. It leaned down until its face was inches from mine, breath cold as the grave. “Five years remain,” it whispered, voice sliding into my bones like ice. “The bond grows stronger. But remember, little one, nothing is ever truly free.” Its fingers, long and sharp, traced the sigil on my neck. Pain flared, white-hot, and I woke gasping, scar burning like a brand, Lucien’s arms tightening around me in his sleep.

I whispered, my tone broken. The entity pointed toward the Moonwell. Its light swirled, shifting, revealing shapes beneath the surface. Shadows… Wolves… A throne… Stars collapsing… A bridge of moonlight stretched between worlds. And then—A woman. She was drowning and— screaming. “No!” I gasped, stumbling back into Andres’s chest. He wrapped himself around me instantly. “Enough,” he snapped at the entity. “Stop showing her things she can’t handle.” But the entity didn’t stop. It lowered itself to the edge of the glowing water. “You are late because someone hid you from us.” She whispered.

"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.

"Melissa, are you awake?" came Sienna Riggs's annoying voice in the middle of the night. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or actually awake. I fumbled around my pillow until I found my phone. When I turned it on and saw the date on the screen, I became certain that I had been reborn. Outside my bed curtain, Sienna was not giving up when I didn't answer her. Instead, she kept calling my name. However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes.

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.