Backrooms Level 4 Novels & Stories

"He was trying to overcome the barrier between the world above to the Mekai. There is a small gap between the plans, so we were chasing him, and although I heard the order to retreat, I didn't follow it. After all, it was too good a prize for me to pass up." "Okay, I think I know where this is going." Samantha gave a low laugh. "So, there are a few levels of depth in this place we were in, there are 5 in total, we were already at level 4 and so the order to return." I made a motion with my hand lightly and soon the bones of my recruits snapped back into place and they transformed. "But like this, how much is just a tiny sliver of a hunt like that worth? Imagine coming back with his head?"

Somewhere a baby cries; somewhere else, a television murmurs to itself. I keep my pace steady, counting doors, feeling the weight of the paper in my pocket like a pulse. Fourth floor. The stairwell smells of oil and rainwater. Each step creaks under my shoes, a small betrayal of sound. By the time I reach the landing, my heartbeat has evened out. 4B sits at the end of the corridor. The door is chipped, paint peeling in long strips. A yellowed notice flutters near the knob, something about overdue rent.

Suddenly the memory of Nightwolf pops into my mind, the piles of decaying and mutilated dead bodies, humans and hybrids imprisoned and forced into death matches while also being brutally tortured. He had no ounce of sympathy or value for anyone’s life. So why should I have it for him? Lifting my finger, pointing upwards. “He’s on the fifth level in the men’s restroom.” The man with caramel eyes gave a sharp tilt of his head towards the door behind me, silently commanding them to go to the fifth level. “You might not survive him.” I warned, “He’s not the King just for show.” The man with blue eyes gave a sharp nod. “I appreciate the warning. Thank you.”

Audrey opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling above her. The minimalist crystal chandelier and ceiling made of wood made Audrey aware of where she was at the moment. Audrey tried to move, but she felt like her bones were pulling out of joints and she let out a low groan. Audrey felt movement next to her and turned her head, seeing Liam half n*ked by her side. Audrey remembered last night and blushed. They had brutal s*x many times until almost three in the morning and it seemed Audrey was unconscious after reaching her umpteenth orgasm.

sand ashes The incline leveled again and the corridor once more angled sharply left and upward. On this level another dim rectangle beckoned. He didn’t want to go through it, didn’t want to see, wanting to keep running, but he heard something shambling up behind him, so he plunged through the doorway into another room whose walls depicted more scenes of ancient Egyptian pharaohs with cruel faces. In the middle of the room, waving snaky arms, wailing from mouths ringed with needle-point teeth, things shambled and swayed. Their naked, gray rubbery skin glistened in the torchlight. They bore only a passing resemblance to humanity but still he recognized them all.

A slight, lingering pain remains at the fleeting memory of Kaelen and the rest of our family. “Tell her it’s jeans-appropriate.” “The place is completely jeans-appropriate, don’t worry,” I relay, hoping that Iris would understand the human lingo much better than I did. Iris nods with a small, quiet reply before backing away toward her own door. Her eyes flick downward one final time to take in my bare torso before she slips safely back into her room.

From the inside, Dante’s scouts reported, it was a nightmare. “Forty-two guards,” Dante briefed us in the war room, his voice carrying the calm authority of someone who’d planned raids his entire life. “Twelve are supernatural, enhanced humans, mostly. The rest are military. Three witch sentinels maintain the outer wards. The internal layout suggests four underground levels. Medical on level two, containment on three, research on four.” “Research,” I whispered, that word making my stomach turn. “That’s where they’d keep Ash.” “Level four, yes.” Dante’s ice-blue eyes found mine across the map, and something in his expression softened, just barely, just enough to notice. “We’ll get him back, L

Candy wrappers, trash cans overturned, a half-eaten tray of tacos on a rolling cart—now cold. And on the floor, Minnie’s gown’s heels lay abandoned. His chest clenched. She was here—not there. He dropped to his knees, pressing palms to the cold tile. “Minnie…” he breathed. But she was gone. Night at the Beach House After searching with Ana, Dane, Kevin, Lana, and security all night, he retreated to the Castile beach house, exhausted and hollow. He walked in and froze. Lulu. Naked in his bed, her face swollen from Jackie’s blow.

Query Sector Four status. ​The prompt blinked back at me with agonizing indifference: [SECTOR 04: NO DATA] ​"Come on," I muttered, my voice sounding thin and hollow in the small room. My fingers flew across the keys, manually pulling up the backup optical feeds for the same sector. ​Nothing. Just a static sea of gray noise.

I heard Four's voice call from behind me but I had already the gym door shut and I was making a beeline for the elevator hoping I could get in it quick enough that I wouldn't have to be in the same lift as him. "I'm leaving now love, if you need anything all you have to do is go downstairs and ask someone" Four bent down on his honkers to meet my eye level as I was sprawled out on the sofa flicking threw the newly added N*****x movies. I looked past his face continuing to concentrate on picking out a movie as his hand reached out placing it on my cheek and pushing me to look in his direction. "I wont be back till late, so don't wait up okay?" He further speaks attempting to gain a response t