Backrooms Entity 999 Novels & Stories

Player behavior in violation of protocol! A cold mechanical voice blared in a shrill, distorted speech. The space around us began to warp. The walls peeled away like melting wax, exposing a roiling stream of data underneath. No. 99's body started flickering, like a glitchy hologram losing its signal. "You're about to disappear," I said to him. He stared at his hands, which were rapidly turning transparent, then suddenly let out a relieved laugh. "I'm finally free! I don't have to play the psycho killer anymore!"

"You are my mate! You belong to this pack!" "I belong to myself," I snapped. I turned and walked through the front door without looking back. "Eleanor, stop!" Owen screamed, his heavy boots thudding behind me. “Ahhh, Owen my head hurts…” I could hear Susanna's phony voice acting before she collapsed to the ground with blood dripping from the side of her mouth, it seemed she bit herself, huh. Acting one of her scenes for him again. “Eleanor, Stop… Sussy are you okay? Doctor, let's get you to a doctor.”

"We've climbed... twelve floors. My legs are going numb." "Keep moving," Ren Walker ordered, his voice tight. He was a few steps ahead of her, the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle held across his chest. His physical stamina was pushed to its absolute breaking point. The unbuffered VR dives had fried his nervous system, leaving him with a blinding migraine that spiked with every heartbeat.

"Favorability rating of capture target Quinn Langley: 100/100" "Status of capture target: Terminally ill." "Achievement time: Three days after the death of host Ariel Somer." I gazed at the prompt for a long time. The system asked cautiously, "Would you like to continue watching, Ariel? You haven't yet reached his ending scene." I smiled and turned off the monitor. "No, thanks. I'm already relieved to see how miserable he is right now." I stood up and walked toward the light-filled door at the end of the system space.

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

It wasn't until the seventeenth hit—as long and painful as the seventeen white diamond bracelets he gave me—that the glass finally shattered. I climbed out through that tiny skylight. Shards of glass sliced my arms and thighs. Covered in blood, I looked like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell. I jumped from the second floor onto a pile of garbage in the back alley. Dragging my broken body, I flagged down a passing black sedan on the roadside. "Take me to the nearest hospital... Tell them I am a Moretti." As soon as the words left my mouth, I plunged completely into darkness.

Those moments that once made me feel loved, safe, and like I had found salvation now seemed like nothing more than a cruel joke. When I opened my eyes again, it was all over. The faint life inside me was completely gone. My phone had dozens of missed calls. Most of them were from Rylen, with a few from Jane, and even Eddy had called three times. I laughed bitterly to myself. As I rested my finger on my flat belly, I sighed in relief. The nurse beside me watched me for a moment before she couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Bender, do you regret it?"

Chapter 149: The Living Sigil The headlights of Marcus's SUV cut through the mountain mist as it climbed the final gravel switchback toward the inner courtyard. Upstairs in the library the low-frequency crimson light on the analog transceiver kept pulsing in silence. The VALE_09 engine remained dormant on its shadow layer, its digital screens completely black, unaware of the entity currently crossing the threshold of the ridge.

He wrote with such medical detail, had documented every case so fastidiously, that Caitlin felt this volume was authentic. As she kept reading, her hands trembling with excitement, she came across something that struck her as pure gold: “It was not until the late spring, long after the ground had thawed, that I stumbled across something that put an end to our small village’s epidemic. It was a combination of certain herbs. When used in conjunction with the ritual, it healed the vampire before my eyes. She went from hysterical, desperately seeking blood, hardly able to be chained to her bed, to the teenager we all once knew. As of this writing, many years later, she never returned to vampiris

The air at Level 99 was thick enough to chew. It didn't smell like the antiseptic scent of the upper floors; instead, it carried the odors of ancient minerals, frozen nitrogen, and a metallic tang that felt like high-voltage blood. The ice cathedral was immense, with a ceiling lost in a swirling mix of frost and violet static. At its center sat the Core-Prime, an obsidian heart the size of a siege tank, wrapped in a web of silver filaments resembling a nervous system.