Backrooms Entity Novels & Stories

Hazel, I looked around me and found the forest was really strange. The leaves of the trees were black and there branches were blood red. The atmosphere was also gloomy and dark as there was no sunshine. There were numerous types of birds, flying. They all had blood red eyes and sharp beaks. I was scanning the atmosphere in surprise. Rebeca first broke the silence and murmured, “This is Underworld. Xander and his men are still half an hour away from us. So I think you have to wait here for them.” I asked her in curiosity, “Will you wait with me? Do you want to meet Xander?” Rebeca replied with her angelic smile, “Not today, I will meet him soon. I can’t wait any more, I am going to meet your

The man in black watched silently. Not surprised. Not alarmed. Just… confirming. Elena finally spoke again. Her voice softer. Almost human again. “I am what was left after your origin was removed.” Ama’s breath caught. “That’s not an answer.” Elena nodded faintly. “I know.” Silence spread. Thick. Uncomfortable. Then the archive responded. A pulse ran through every chamber. Not activation. Not warning. Recognition. ANCHOR ENTITY: ELENA LAURENT — DEGRADING

"Dante, if I redirect it, the feedback will go through you. It’ll burn out your nervous system." "Better me than the city, Zora," he said, the "Lagos-grit" in his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, sacrificial love. "This is why I was made. This is the only way the copy becomes the original." We landed the ship on the roof of the Central Spire—the highest point in Aethelgard. The obsidian wave was already hitting the base of the tower, the sound like a million knives scraping against glass. The Entity rose out of the mercury-sea, her form now massive, dwarfing the Spire itself. Her face, my face, looked down at us with a cold, divine curiosity.

Tears slipped down her weathered cheeks. "I've been ready for three thousand years. I just didn't know how to stop." I raised my hand to her chest. Over her heart. I could feel the entity pulsing beneath her skin—ancient, hungry, afraid. "Then let go." I pushed my Null blood into her. The entity screamed.

The smell of pine needles and asphalt disappeared instantly, replaced by a strong acidic smell of ink remover, hot zinc plates and a burning carbon smell from a big furnace. ​"Julian, don't look at it, " Elara said, her voice shaking. She grabbed his jacket sleeves trying to pull him across the wet pavement. ​The entity standing in the headlights of their car didn’t have a face. Its towering, seven-foot frame was constructed entirely out of thousands of layers of tightly wound, yellowed galley proofs, old, rejected iterations of their own history that fluttered and hissed against the freezing downpour. Where its chest should have been, lines of dark blue text shifted and squirmed like a nest

Somewhere far behind him, Kaira had woken to an empty bed. Darren doubled over and retched into the grass. *She feels it too,* the entity observed, almost gently. *That is the price of the bond. Every mile you put between you does not free her. It only lets you both bleed slowly.* "Then let it," Darren choked. "Let it bleed until I'm cured. Or dead." *How romantic.* He pressed his forehead against the cold earth and wept, silently, because even his grief felt like something the entity might feed on.

“You have five minutes.” Damien nodded. “That’s all I need.” She let him in. The house was small but warm. Family photos lined the walls. School drawings and finger paintings adorned the fridge. There was life here—real, imperfect, beautiful life. It was nothing like the sterile penthouse Damien returned to each night. He stood in the hallway, listening to Camila’s soft humming from the next room, and for the first time in years, Damien Carrington felt… human. “You can sit,” Teresa said, pointing to the couch.

Buzzwords like strategic integration and network fortification. He was a household name now. Not just the bruiser in the ring—but the man behind a fortress of encrypted systems and government contracts. She knew it all. And he didn’t recognize her at all. Ryan turned left down the hallway toward the lounge. “I’m gonna hit the weights. Catch you later, Coach.” “Don’t forget your hydration,” Minnie called. He gave her a salute and disappeared. Johnny stayed beside her as they continued down the hallway toward the exit. His hands tucked in his pockets now, casually. But his eyes—those sharp, dark eyes—kept sneaking glances her way.

And suddenly— I was back. On the floor of the ruins. Ethan was shouting my name, shaking me, his eyes wild. “Jessica! Stay with me!” I gasped, my eyes coming into focus. The creatures were gone. Vanished. But the ruins… They weren’t empty anymore. Because something else was awake. A low thrum pulsated up through the floor. A pulse of something old. Something entombed under the rock.

"Therefore, stop saying anything that would invite a misunderstanding, Hayden." Hearing my tough tone, Hayden trembled and had a complicated expression on his face. Before he could say anything, his phone rang. Whitney's crying voice could be heard through the receiver. "Where are you, Hays?" Hayden's voice softened a lot as he replied, "Everything's fine, Winnie. I left to take care of something." "I had another nightmare," said Whitney. "Can you come back to keep me company?" Hayden glanced at me before looking away guiltily. "I…"