Backrooms Level 4 Novels & Stories

The other Sharon followed. Then Sharon saw it. A massive black structure rising from beneath the city. The same black veins. The same creatures. The same eye. The organism. It opened and a voice spoke from inside. "RETURN." Sharon screamed and her eyes opened. She was back in Sublevel Nine. Alex was hugging her. "Sharon!" She gasped for air, the baby crying. The count had disappeared and everyone stared at the screen. A new message appeared. DAY ZERO Then another.

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th

Chapter 01 - Her fantasy world The devil bound the jungle from all sides. It seemed impossible to escape from there without coming into their sight. On a misty night, there was nothing but chippers of birds. Once behind a dense tree, a girl was struggling in pain. Her hands seemed to crack vigorously. The blood was flowing deep down to her knees, covering them. She couldn't even utter a word as if someone sliced her dried throat and took out her voice. Tears were flowing from her eyes like raindrops. There was no chance for her to survive further.

Night Four The next morning, the walk back from the chapel stays quiet except for the crunch of frost under his boots and the wet slap of my bare feet on the path. My thighs remain slick with everything he has poured into me over three nights, including cum, piss, and my own desperate squirt, so every step makes my swollen pussy lips rub together while my clit throbs like a second heartbeat. I shiver from the cold, or maybe from the aftershock still rippling through me, and when he scoops me up without a word to cradle me against the furnace of his chest, I don’t fight it. My cheek finds the hollow of his throat where the steady thud of his heart sounds louder than my own raspy breathing.

The man moaned softly, his head lolling. **<< No time. Noise draws flies. Reynolds’s hidey-hole is close. Level 2, northwest quadrant, janitorial. We loop back, grab him, find another way down. >>** Harlan was already moving back up a flight, scanning the stairwell door they’d passed moments before. **<< This one. >>** He eased the door open a crack, peering into the corridor beyond. **<< Clear. For now. Move fast. >>** They slipped back into the bright, sterile hell of Level 2. The silence was oppressive, pregnant with threat. Distant alarms began a low, insistent whooping – power backups coming online, systems rebooting. The Aerie was stirring.

Chapter 162: The Ascent of the Unlisted The upper tiers didn't smell like the grease-traps or the burning methane lines. They smelled like boiling insulation, ozone, and the distinct, sickeningly sweet tang of automated medical bays processing too much trauma data at once. Dante’s massive three-ton frame didn't just climb; he tore through the vertical access shafts of tier four like a runaway freight elevator. His five-inch obsidian claws dug into the corrugated iron walls, ripping open mechanical conduits and sending showers of bright blue sparks cascading down into the dark abyss of the lower slums. With every explosive leap he took, the baby inside my womb shifted, her weight heavy and so

Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text. "Still troubled by the one you love not returning your affection? Burn our special incense in the censer, focus on the person you want to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to swap bodies with them. Note: This method only works when your target is plagued by misfortune." The next morning, Sia paid me back for the bedsheet and took the censer with her. She carefully unwrapped it, placed it reverently by her bed, and eagerly lit the incense to begin her prayers.

Everything is frayed, the seams of my life coming apart. The lounge is silent when we enter, save for the low, hypnotic pulse of jazz through the walls. The front end continues its charade of high-end craft cocktails and polite conversation, but we slip through the hidden bulkhead in the larder, guarded by sentries who offer only a sharp, knowing nod. The back room reeks of aged leather and woodsmoke. It is my fortress. Zane moves to the bar and pours a triple measure of malt. Lucien paces, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Draven leans against the mantel, eyes fixed on the fire as if demanding a confession.

“Eason. Lucas is fine at the confinement center. Why did you bring back a random baby? What’s going on?” I was stunned. “A random baby? Amy, what are you saying? This is Lucas!” Amy took a step forward, wanting to take the baby in my arms. “I think you have gone mad. Hurry and throw out this random baby!” She was so strong that I almost lost my hold of Lucas. I was utterly confused. “Amy, you look closely. This is definitely Lucas.” Amy moved back as if she saw something dirty. At this moment, the bedroom door swung open.

The words settled over the room like ash. Julian blinked. "What does that even mean?" Marcus pointed downward. Not toward the lobby. Not toward the parking garage. Straight beneath their feet. "Hawthorne didn't disappear." His voice dropped to almost a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the building's failing lights. "They rebuilt Level Four beneath Sterling Tower." The room went utterly silent. Ellie felt Damien go completely still beside her. Then every light in the conference room flickered once. Twice. Three times.