Backrooms Level 1 Novels & Stories

Dead silence. The door creaked open. We lay on the floor, groaning, our muscles twitching from the backlash. Valen stared at us, stunned. “You guys lasted ten whole minutes?” “We’re alive?” I croaked, blinking up at him. “Technically,” Lucan muttered. “You’re stronger than most,” Zarek said thoughtfully. “But that was just Level One.” “Level One?” Kael wheezed, still flat on his back. “What’s in Level Two?” Draven asked.

It was a stupid question, I knew it as soon as I asked it but my haste to save my mate from whatever fate the gods had bestowed upon her was my priority, the rest of Ashe’s words going in one ear and out the other. She chuckled. “Open your eyes silly.” ***** My eyes shot open, my chest heaved and I gasped for air, gulping it into my starving lungs. The first thing I noticed was the rotten stench of flesh and dried crusted blood. I gagged and rolled to the side, blinking my eyes at the brightness. I could taste death, the smell so strong I began to puke. Next, I noticed the pain in my back as the heat of the air hit it. I groaned still trying to focus my eyes.

The guard said Lance had suddenly turned this way and told me to wrap up my visit soon. I'd barely sat down when Lance seemed to jolt awake from a trance. "Wesley, help me! I've been reborn. I know so much about what's going to happen! I just came back too late. If I had come back just a little earlier, I could've—" He gritted his teeth with a look of defiance. And still, there wasn't a shred of remorse. I was somewhat surprised. Lance had also been reborn, but he was a step slower than we were.

Lucien The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the pain at the back of my neck. Did someone strike me from the back? I suddenly remembered an unfamiliar woman who had told me that she knows the way back to my pack while I was currently taking out the chains that wrapped on my wrist and ankles—even breaking my own bones just to slip free—felt them splinter and bend unnaturally beneath the restraints. When my hands finally came loose, I tore the shackles from my ankles as if they were nothing more than brittle vines.

] But a quick refresh showed it had been deleted. Joyce texted me: [Andrea is a coward, wiping my comment like that. Smart move ditching that mess.] Then, she shifted gears. [So, how is life in the love nest with Levi?] My cheeks heated as I met Levi's amused glance, warmth spreading to my ears. That night, I bolted awake. Levi enveloped me instantly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Nightmare?" He gently dabbed the sweat from my forehead. "You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?"

The "Inversion of the Tablet" was a meta-fictional explosion that turned the "Idealized North" into a landscape of terminal identity crisis. As Silas Blackwood’s "Biological Remorse" flooded Sarah’s Admin console, the vibrant, candy-colored version of the Blackwood Keep began to "Rot." The white-glass walls turned back into rough, human wood, and the shimmer-feather wings on Lyra’s back unwove into the "Redacted" blocks of violet static she had used in the Gallery.

System start", said Ben in his mind this time, suddenly a blinding light covered his mind and an interface appeared in front of him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Info Mission Notifications. Progress Creation center Storage ___________________________________________ Ben pressed on info by willing his mind ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name. : Ben Chase Class. : Alien cyborg level. :. 0 Family No. : 0 Credits

2] the level. 2 (10) – [Strength +1, Dexterity +1, Endurance +1, Max Stamina +20] Energy rating: 3~4 Grade: d (human) Capacity: — Focus: +10% to mastery and crafting speed — Less Willpower: +3 to Focus Skills: [Learn Natural Arts (Beginner)] Level 1 (0/1000) - Increases magic proficiency [basic maintenance] Level 1 (0/400) - Able to perform minor maintenance

And then, the air in the room began to vibrate with a frequency I recognized all too well. A mechanical voice, identical to the one that had started the "New Game," boomed from the rusted speakers in the ceiling: "Phase One: Survival - Complete. Phase Two: The Reconstruction - Commencing. Please select your first building block: Flesh or Steel?"

However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. When Sienna still didn't get a response, she pulled my curtain open. It was already past 1:00 am, but another roommate was still up playing video games. The glow of her monitor flashed against my eyelids as the keyboard clacked in the background. "Melissa? Melissa? Are you asleep?" Sienna's voice grew louder. At that point, it was loud enough to wake anyone up. Still, I kept my eyes tightly shut, determined not to move. I knew Sienna's game. I knew I couldn't give in because if I opened my eyes, she would get exactly what she wanted.