Backrooms Level 1 Novels & Stories

I wasn't the girl who died in the mud anymore. Suddenly a loud golden flash burst before my eyes. It wasn't the blue screen of the system shop. This was a glowing interface that filled my entire vision pulsing with a warm energy that made my skin tingle. A deep chime echoed, not in my mind but through my entire body making my heart race again. [System Ping: Level Up! Current Level: 2.] [ Skill Unlocked: Physical Enhancement

They were misfits. Misfits healing misfits. Would you like to continue this tone into Chapter 6, where Johnny and Minnie’s past begins to subtly surface?

“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.

“My parents were killed when I was a child, and my grandmother hid me before the witches were able to find and kill me. Witches and wolves did not get along, at least, were not ALLOWED to get along to ensure that the stories that the witches told to their kids about the wolves remained as tainted as they were. I was proof that they could, and that wasn’t something that they wanted.” “If you could stop them, why not help us out of here?” Elijah asked, frowning in confusion. “Surely you may know a way…?” “To get out of here, we literally must pass through all the levels. There are five levels, and this was level one, at least the beginning of it. I am not sure if we managed to really pass, but

"So did I. All my misfortunes started when I met you." "Is that so?" Gilbert smirked and stopped looking at her, instead pulling Sharon outside. It was not until they drove away in the car that Kisa tried to get up from the floor. Her back hurt like hell from hitting the cabinet, and her body felt as if it was going to fall apart whenever she moved. She gritted her teeth and walked slowly to the coffee table, picked up her mother's ruined notebook, and held it in her arms, then slowly walked upstairs. She trudged forward, not only the dull pain coming from her back but also the familiar pain that flooded her internal organs coming with each step. There were many maids around her quietly watc

Not through the air, but through layers of consciousness. Level 18... Deleted. Level 12... Purged. Level 1... Archive Not Found. I hit a hard, cold surface. I opened my eyes. I was back in the pod. The glass was shattered. I was coughing, my lungs burning as they took in the first taste of real, unfiltered, sulfur-heavy air. I dragged myself out of the pod. Around me, thousands of other glass lids were hissing open. People were falling onto the floor, gasping, weeping, screaming as their fake memories collided with the brutal reality of the ruined facility.

I say. “Agreed, but it can’t come from us. We can’t have alphas looking our way, songbird,” he warns me. Shit, he is right. “I sense something alive in the back room, but otherwise it’s empty,” he adds. We go to the back together, and Caleb opens the flimsy door. It’s a long room, and the back wall is filled with cages. The cages are all broken and dirty, and it stinks. The doors are all open except for a few at the bottom. I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones.

I said indifferently. “Do you need my help?” “Not for now.” I stood up. “Moon’s punishment has only just begun. “I’ll make her watch as everything she’s proud of turns to ashes!” After leaving the club, I returned to my temporary base. It was a penthouse high above the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the glittering lights below. Inside, dozens of screens glowed at once. They showed streams of data and information. Eight years ago, after I left this world, I did not return to the real world. I entered the digital space.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

I will never let those who abandoned me at my lowest stick around when I am at my highest! Avery immediately softened her tone. "I was just worried about you, sweetheart. I even cried earlier because of it. Please don't be angry anymore, hm?" "I know. I only said those things because I was angry. Don't be upset now," Timothy replied. "I'll buy you all the nice things in the world once I'm rich, okay?" I was disgusted by the two's sudden, sickly-sweet rekindling and hurried away. I had gotten word about an old healer who could treat Timothy's impotence in my previous life. But that drug had cost thirty thousand dollars.