Backrooms Level 7 Novels & Stories

On the seventh evening, the night before the seventy, Liam had me on the wide bed overlooking the black water. He fucked me with deep, angled strokes, one of my legs hooked over his shoulder, his mouth near my ear. The wet sound of his cock moving through everything the Primaries had left in me that day was continuous and filthy. His fingers rubbed my clit in tight, slick circles until I was shaking and moaning his name. “Tomorrow it’s seventy,” he said, voice rough. “More than before. Four Primaries holding extended turns inside it. They’re going to leave you wrecked open. And I’m still going to be the one who puts it back in when they’re finished.”

"Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!" [The concrete structure lacks reinforcement ] the system text read, scrolling down much faster in front of my face. [Apex Mutants possess burrowing capabilities. They will bypass the surface shield by breaching the basement floor from beneath the foundation.] "Oh, god " I whispered, putting my hand over my mouth as the true horror sank in. I looked down at the gray concrete floor under my boots. I thought about the dark damp basement where Cindy had pulled the power lever—the wet floor resting directly on top of the dark earth.

The next second, they were fighting—fists colliding, furniture scraping across the floor. Players rushed in, dragging them apart before blood could spill. Barbara collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face like a helpless kid. Just when things were about to take a turn for the worst, the system’s voice cut through the chaos. “Congratulations, Player 70, Barbara.” The room stilled. Confused at to why Barbara was being congratulated. “You have successfully completed Level Two and given the audience the best show so far." “As such we have decided to reward you. Kindly proceed to the door for your reward."

Seven days, and then I would undergo the Vampire King's transformation and leave for good. I worked through the night. The next morning, after a short nap, I returned home to clear out the master bedroom. The family's old servant muttered indignantly as she helped me move my belongings to the guest room: "What kind of family makes the heir give up her room for an outsider?" I packed my books and a few simple clothes into a box and answered calmly, "It's fine. I won't be here much longer anyway." Just then, an ice-cold voice came from behind me:

Rayleigh sat back on her knees, sweat on her brow and chin as she looked at the soot covered hand that had pushed the demon back into Hell. "Amen."

inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un from Allah we are and to him we shall return indeed every soul shall taste death. "I have to go" He announced gripping the table for support with me helping up, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. he stomped out of the room, and next thing I heard is the breaking of something. running out of the room, I saw him descending down wearing a jacket. My eyes roamed to the broken vase on the floor. Marwan walked pass me in a fast pace, striding for the door.

After helping Aaron to his feet, I tore the tape off his mouth and brushed the dust from his clothes. Aaron took several deep breaths before finally regaining his composure. "That bastard nearly buried me alive in cement. Good thing Jessica showed up in time. She was livestreaming, so he didn't dare do anything worse. Instead, he just tied me up and brought me here." He pulled a USB flash drive from his pocket. It contained records of Lance's dealing in substandard building materials. By now, North Hill Corporation's commercial construction project had progressed to the point of no return.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

The poor thing didn't even finish its first attack before it was done. Everyone instinctively looked at Hayley. "Let's go. It's clear," she said. With that, everyone relaxed and moved forward. If Hayley said it was clear, it was clear. She was the one who always had their backs. They continued on and opened the next door. The third room held two zombies. The fourth had five. The fifth was empty. The sixth had three. When they opened the seventh room, they found two people. Ding! [S-level clearance verified.]

Opened. Empty. Inside, a note. Folded. Crisp. Sera reached it first. Read aloud: > "You wanted answers, little sister. Come earn them." > "Level -3." Lucien swore under his breath. > "That level doesn’t exist." > "It does now." She stepped into the elevator. Lucien followed. No music. No buttons lit. It dropped. Fast. Lucien braced a hand against the wall. > "She’s rewriting the system in real-time."