Backrooms Entity Novels & Stories

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.

I’m falling backward through my own timeline and it’s nothing like I expected, every moment of my life playing in reverse at speeds that should shred my consciousness but somehow don’t. I watch myself step into the Void going backward, see Alistair fighting the Reconciliation in reverse motion, watch the New Primordial un-merge and separate back into my children and the eight entities. I’m hurtling through time toward the exact instant when cosmic law was rewritten and the seed in my hand is burning with compressed reality, waiting to be planted.

It moved toward her, its movements agonizingly smooth, its head of shifting cables scanning the darkness. "Subject 801 detected," the entity droned, its voice a synthesized chorus of a dozen different tones. "Integrity: compromised. Memory cache: corrupted. Initiating total extraction." Cattleya felt the locket in her hand heat up. The shard of circuitry inside was pulsing, vibrating in sympathy with the collector”s frequency. It wanted to be retrieved. It wanted to be put back into the machine. She realized then why the city was a graveyard of husks. They hadn't just starved; they had been emptied. The machine was still trying to finish its final protocol, using the last of its energy to sc

The entity stumbled backward, its duplicate face cracking like glass struck by a hammer, revealing a glowing steel frame beneath its synthetic skin. However, at the same time, the thousands of electromagnetic weapons behind it began to chime loudly, preparing to release a salvo of destruction. If I die, you will all be destroyed along with your memories! the entity screamed with a voice that was now cracked and distorted. Bima ignored the threat, he lunged forward, closing the distance between them with a speed that defied machine logic. He did not aim his blow at the entity's face, but at the pulsing circuit center beneath its chin.

the entity said. “And yet… here I am,” I repeated. Stronger this time. Because now I believed it. Something moved behind the entity. More shadows. More shapes. My stomach dropped. “They’re not alone,” I whispered. Her voice responded immediately. “Multiple presences detected.” Great. Just great. “Of course you brought backup,” I muttered. “This is not a confrontation,” the entity replied. “This is retrieval.” “Yeah?” I smiled faintly. “Then you’re doing a terrible job.”

The entity stared at him. The whispers below screamed louder. The crack widened. And suddenly hands began climbing out. Human hands. Pale and root-covered, dragging themselves upward from the darkness beneath the forest floor. I stumbled backward in horror. There were dozens of them. No—hundreds. Not bodies. Only arms reaching desperately upward before dissolving back into shadow. The entity made a broken sound in its throat. “I know them.” The creature spread its arms slowly toward the opening beneath the earth. “They are what remains of the selves you abandoned.”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Bethany's dark eyes flash, and for a moment, I think she's going to tell me to go fuck myself. But instead, she slips out from between me and the wall and begins shampooing her hair. She speaks nonchalantly. "Darius preserved it with magic. Getting to it is a suicidal mission. It sits on display on a high altar in his chamber." On display. Like a damned trophy. Fury floods my system, and I spend the next five minutes lost in especially violent machinations within my own head. I've never seen the Entity, and I have no reason to believe I ever will. but imagining scraping the top layer of his skin, bit by bit, calms me down until the water droplets from the shower are no longer hovering around

I cry out, dropping to my knees as Kael immediately crouches beside me, one hand steadying my shoulder. "Don't let it take control," he says sharply. "I'm not letting anything do anything!" I gasp. But my voice is already splitting, layering, overlapping. The chamber responds instantly. Lights surge. The entity's presence solidifies in front of us again, closer than before. Its face is clearer now. Not human. Not machine. Something in between. "You were preserved incorrectly," it says. Kael's voice is low, dangerous now. "Explain." The entity turns slightly toward him. "You were never meant to stabilize her."

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?