Backrooms Entity 999 Novels & Stories

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.

They weren't gods of flesh and blood; they were non-sentient, super-intelligent AIs—the ultimate executors of absolute efficiency. "ALERT," the central Prime, a being composed of millions of interlinking silver prisms, pulsed with chaotic red light. "Anomaly 0-9-9-H (Earth) has breached quarantine. Security Fleet integrity: 12%. Rogue Weaver integration with Sovereign Alpha: 99.8%. Probability of total dimension formatting failure: 78%." The second Prime, a sphere of swirling azure calculations, offered the only logical solution. "INITIATING TOTAL REALITY REBOOT. AUTHORIZATION: PRIME. ERASURE OF SECTOR 0-9-9-H INEVITABLE."

It was a cycle. Suddenly, Adrian thought of the three level-nine corpses and finally understood the entity’s intention. "The entity needs the corpses of level nine immortal to nourish the world. My small world can shield you from his perception. But if you break through to level nine, you might not be able to leave this place for a while. The plan will work, but it also depends on whether you have any attachments outside, like a boyfriend or something?" Adrian covered his mouth and laughed when he saw Eloise’s cheeks flush.

After helping Aaron to his feet, I tore the tape off his mouth and brushed the dust from his clothes. Aaron took several deep breaths before finally regaining his composure. "That bastard nearly buried me alive in cement. Good thing Jessica showed up in time. She was livestreaming, so he didn't dare do anything worse. Instead, he just tied me up and brought me here." He pulled a USB flash drive from his pocket. It contained records of Lance's dealing in substandard building materials. By now, North Hill Corporation's commercial construction project had progressed to the point of no return.

The doctor sighed and explained, "You're correct. Mr. Lane's private parts have been entirely necrotized. Normal function will no longer be possible." "No! This is impossible!" Timothy yelled in despair. "That geezer told me that taking those drugs would treat my impotence! I even felt a difference after taking it for the past few days. How could it have suddenly necrotized? Are you sure you didn't make an error in your observation, doctor? Please check again! There must still be hope!"

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

He clutched the journal to his chest and caressed it, treating it like the most precious treasure in the world. "Lia, I love you…" A loud wail from the basement ruined the solemn atmosphere. Grabbing a knife, Callum violently kicked the basement door open and headed down. Veronica was covered in blood and filth. The stench of urine and feces clung to her. Besides that, since the wounds on her wrists hadn't received any treatment, they had gotten infected and were starting to rot. Smelly pus oozed from the stumps. Right now, she looked nothing like a substitute for Callum's first love.

"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.