Backrooms Entity Novels & Stories

She spat. The sneer widened. "Very good indeed." Astasha's mind went haywire. This couldn’t be happening. From what she had read, a person who died, and was somehow brought back, could carry with them an entity from the other side, a creature of corruption who could share their body, or if strong enough, take it over completely. Of all the spells and scrolls she had studied though, nothing had prepared her to come face to face with one. "What did you do to Calder?"

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.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Its focus went straight to Lina. It raised a hand. A beam of soft, white light emanated from its palm, washing over her. This wasn't the aggressive scan of the first Archivist, or the deletion beam of the enforcers. This was… appraisal. Assessment. ***SPECIMEN: UNREGISTERED PARADOX-CLASS ENTITY,*** a voice, colder and more complex than any we'd heard before, echoed in our minds. ***ORIGIN: DERELICT OUROBOROS GARDEN. STATUS: FERAL. VALUE: IRREPLACEABLE.***

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

"It's not bleeding that bad, you're going to be okay." Maybe physically. I looked around for the first time and saw blood spatter against the walls and furniture. Entrails and scraps of flesh were scattered around the living suite, accompanied by other evidences of dismemberment. Jai was cornering something beside the bed. His hands were stretched out by his sides as he crouched low. After what I had been through, I would have thought nothing would have surprised me. I was shocked, however, to see the mounds of black fur that peaked over Jai's shoulder.

I whisper as I pull his hands away from my stomach. There is only the deafening sound of my stilettos echoing in this vast and empty room. "You will come back to me," declares Elio coldly behind me.

she said, her tone unexpectedly gentle. I kept my head down, not saying a word. The damage was already done and no words or actions could ever fix it. Back home, I packed my things and prepared to leave with Parker. As I opened the door, I ran into Beatrice. A figure lingered behind her. As our eyes met, I caught a flash of panic in her gaze.

The faceless giant of code loomed over us, casting a shadow that felt like a physical weight. Every time it moved, the sand beneath our feet seemed to stutter and skip, like a video game frame rate struggling to keep up with the action. Silas didn't wait for it to strike. He grabbed a heavy, rusted iron bar from the wreckage near the tomb’s entrance and swung it with everything he had. The metal passed right through the entity's chest, sparking against nothingness, but the force of his movement seemed to disrupt the swirling data for a split second.

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