Romans & histoires Backrooms Level 2

Beta Torin and General Kael sprinted right behind us, their heavy combat boots slamming against the floor grates. We reached Level Two. The stench hit me before we even saw the cell. It was a suffocating, metallic wall of raw copper, voided bowels, and the sharp, acidic tang of an Alpha’s ultimate terror. My inner white wolf recoiled, a low, anxious whine vibrating in my throat. I pressed my face harder into Silas’s chest, trying to block out the olfactory nightmare. Silas skidded to a halt outside Cell 42.

POV DARLENE The transition from Jackson’s gilded narrative was not a Fade-to-Black, but a Violent Systemic Reversion. As the polished marble and cyan circuitry of the 121st layer shattered into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Cathedral" didn't just dissolve—it Un-Heeled the Graves. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Second Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, cooling forge. This was the Chamber of the Revenant Protocol, the terminal point of the Loom’s recycle-bin, where every shadow I had ever "Executed" was being Re-Compiled into a singular, vengeful defense-grid.

“Left door. Now.” She skidded to a stop and pulled the rusted handle. The door resisted. Vale slammed his shoulder into it. The metal finally gave way. They stumbled into a small control room filled with old servers and dusty terminals. Ancient equipment compared to the sleek systems upstairs. But one console still glowed faintly. Adrian’s voice came through the speaker above it. “This is the backup interface.” Vale stared at the outdated machine. “You’re telling me this antique can rebuild your body?” “No,” Adrian said.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

I followed, my gown flowing behind me like a trail of ink, with Kaelen bringing up the rear, his emerald frequency acting as a beacon in the dust. The descent into the ruins was a journey back into the hell I had just escaped. The walls were weeping violet mercury, and the "Null-Ache" in my head was growing into a full-blown roar. Every step closer to the vault made the twins’ conflict more violent. The obsidian pulse was now a physical heat, a burning coal in my gut. Thirty minutes left. We reached the entrance to the Sub-Level 3. The massive vault door—the one I had opened with my blood just chapters ago—was partially melted. Standing in front of it, surrounded by a dozen Scrappers in rust

Luna opened her mouth to say something more, but I closed my eyes, signaling that I wasn't interested in hearing it. A moment later, the sound of soft sobbing filled the room. "Joseph, do you not love me anymore?"

That wasn’t how it was – take it from him. Angelina paused. “But... it’s impossible. Anyway what could I do in a world that’s only inhabited by monsters?” “I don’t know. Maybe you’d play hide-and-seek with a howler or chat with a banshee?” The girl looked at him in such silent confusion that the necromancer chuckled, shaking his head. “On the first level, there aren’t any monsters. And usually only spirits live on the second level. So what of it, little one?” Reive concentrated his gaze on the wall opposite him, which was covered with light-pink tiles. Angelina was behind him and a bit to his left. He felt her look with his back of the head. He wanted to look back at her very much.

Chapter: 27. ****** They must have gone down about twenty stairs before they reached the bottom. Boiy opened up another wall that greeted them with a despicable view and smell of rot and decay. They clasped their noses shut with two fingers. "Follow me," Boiy instructed and they all went into the room. The light on Boiy's hand illuminated their surroundings, giving them a dreadful picture of the room. Skeleton bones littered the entire room along with decaying rotten parts that looked like long-dead animals. They all wanted it to be animals since they can't handle the thoughts of them being human. Bri retched, gripping the walls to steady herself so she doesn't fall over. Nancy kept her eyes

Finally, Emily's due date crept up. The pack healer told her to stay off her feet and move into the pack clinic. But James had other plans—two expecting wolves giving birth at the same time? Perfect cover for a swap. Emily didn't like the risk, but she played along. Came back to the manor, eyeing my bump like it might explode. Three more days. Then she cracked. Even through the wall, I heard her sobbing to James. Two hours later—knock on my door. He walked in, fake smile locked in place, holding that "tonic." Same one from my last life.

When Lola woke the second time, she was lying in a small, dark room. No machines. No lights. Just a faint hum in the walls. A single red LED blinked at the far end of the room. Her throat was dry when she whispered, “Eli…?” No answer. The LED blinked again, slower this time. She crawled toward it and saw three words flicker onto the wall in faint light. LEVEL TWO INITIATED. Her heart stopped. He wasn’t gone. He’d upgraded.