Backrooms Entity Novels & Stories

The wasteland twisted, reshaping underneath her feet. She becomes combating them in their very own language. And for the primary time—the Architects hesitated. One of them—a towering mass of liquid metallic and transferring equations—spoke. “Entity identified: Carter-Vanessa.” “Designation: Error. Correction required.” Vanessa’s eyes flashed. “Come and try.” The Architects Strike Back The international scene was blurred. Not like movement. Like the whole lot being rewritten at once. Rachel staggered. “I—I can’t—” Her face flickered.

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

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?"

I did not pull back and cry my eyes out, and they did not move as they stroked my back and hair and whispered reassuring words, but the guilt in the pit of my stomach grew stronger and stronger until I felt like throwing up. "Well, well, well, isn't this scene touching? Crying for the dead." My body tensed up and so did Eryx and Killian. Slowly, we ripped ourselves from each other and faced the voice. "What the hell?" Eryx thought out loud with his mouth on the floor and I seconded that because, what the hell? The two beings in front of us were entities, with huge black wings, tiny horns on top of their heads, and razor-sharp fangs. Suddenly, I felt like I'd seen something like this before b

She looked exactly like Elara’s mother, but her hair was made of snakes of pure light, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with stars. "Thank you, daughter," the Entity whispered, her voice vibrating in every atom of Elara's body. "I've been waiting for a Vance to grow strong enough to pull me through." "Mom?" Elara gasped, her strength failing. "No," the Entity smiled, and the world began to tilt. "I am the one your mother was running from. I am the Original Sin. And I’ve come for my crown." ******* The Entity stepped through the gate, and as she did, the iron key in Elara’s hand shattered.

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

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.

Darius’s POV The Council chambers erupted in chaos the moment Kiera finished reading the Broker’s message. “What is this entity?” Elder Thorne demanded. “What are we dealing with?” “The Broker exists outside normal reality,” Kiera said, her voice tight. “It’s not wolf, or human, not anything that fits into categories we understand. It exists in the spaces between things… between life and death, worlds, and moments.” “How do you kill something like that?” Thomas asked.

Like a heartbeat under floorboards. "I'm coming, Jaynayah," I gritted out, the words snatched away by the psychic wind. I took another step. The resistance doubled. The ground beneath my feet shifted. The hard, slick obsidian softened, turning into a thick, viscous tar. It grabbed at my boots, sucking me down to my ankles. It was cold, freezing cold, leaking a numbness that tried to crawl up my shins. THIS IS THE MIRE OF HISTORY, the Entity mocked, its red eyes glowing high above the fiery core. THE WEIGHT OF CENTURIES OF OPPRESSION. YOUR KIND BUILT THIS SWAMP. NOW DROWN IN IT.

The other traces the line of my spine, cataloging every vertebra, every part of me that could have been broken and wasn't. "You're trembling," he says. "Adrenaline. Fear. Relief." I lean back against his chest, letting him touch me the way he needs to. "The integration process leaves marks on me. The aftermath of handling another Entity's trauma." His fingers find the faint traceries under my skin...not quite visible, but present to someone who knows where to look. The marks of an Entity passing through my consciousness, leaving its imprint on me, even though it is ultimately anchored in another vessel.