Backrooms Level 1 Novels & Stories

Ara POV: "Do you accept your first mission?" "Absolutely not," Ara said out loud, to empty the air, in an empty lot, like a completely sane person. "No. Who even are you? Get out of my head." The voice said nothing for a moment. Then it said, pleasantly and mechanically and with absolutely no regard for her distress: "Designation: LUS. Level-Up System. You have been selected as Player 001." "I don't want to be selected," she snapped. "I didn't apply for anything. I have a plan. My plan involves leaving this city and not dying in a river this time, so if you could just—"

Ding! The doors slid open. Level One.

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

POV DARLENE The transition from the marrow-stained moss of the 148th layer was not a collapse, but a Terminal Sacred Alignment. As the red viscera and the prehistoric hunger of the Cannibal-Mandate dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Fast" didn't just end—it Sanitized. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Ninth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, clinical cathedral made of Polished Silver and Frozen Tears. This was the Chamber of the Paternal De-Evolution, the terminal vault where the High Council of the West had stored the First Alpha’s Original Sanity—the man of absolute logic who had traded his prehistoric roar for a seat at the table

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

It was so remote that they were nearly out of the Mount Beasts. Fane furrowed his brow and said, “This is the fifth initial stage of the innate level monster I’ve killed.” His face gradually became frightening to look at. Since it was his first time entering Mount Beasts, he had no reference to what was or was not normal. He did not know if the situation there was as it is or if a sudden change caused the initial stage of the innate level monsters to begin to wander more outskirt.

Kieran put a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to go.” “Yes, I do.” “You don’t know what’s down there.” “I am what’s down there.” We descended slowly, one step at a time. Each level felt older. Like peeling back layers of a nightmare. The air grew colder, denser, and harder to breathe. The lights flickered above, then faded entirely. Only Subject 13’s eyes still glowed. He walked ahead of me like he’d been here before. Maybe, in a way, he had.

I called him a lunatic and slammed the door open, jumping out of the car as fast as I could. The next morning, I had the stock transfer contract ready. I went to the company, planning to sell all my shares and get far away from this disgusting city. I found Zayden and straightforwardly told him the price I had in mind for the deal. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lunged at me, pushing me back until I was pressed tightly against the chair. He deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong, muscular chest.

He grabbed the back of her shirt, his nails sharpened slightly, and tore the back off. "No!" she screamed out, but it was too late. Zalakai stepped back and stared at her bare back. He half expected it to be covered in tattoos just like her arms and chest were, or an empty canvas. Empty as it appeared, it carried its own decorations. Scars. Thick scars displayed across the entirety of her back. Her body trembled as she stood exposed to him. What happened to you, Ray?

My home. A kneel on the ground, my hands lying flat on the blackened earth. My vision going blurry with unshed tears as I realise what this place was once. I place my hand to my cheeks as the first tear falls from my eyes. I watch in awe as it slips from my finger tip and hits the ground. My newly acquired mark on my back began to heat painfully against my skin, my vision clouding and a deafening scream rings out through my head. I can feel the mark on my back flare with heat and my head feels as if it will split into two. The feel of flames snake there way through my body and into my mind, I hold my head as the noise continues. The ruined home disappears from view and is replaced with a bea