Backrooms Level 7 Novels & Stories

I ordered. Then I dropped through the crack. The lower level smelled of blood. Not the fresh, metallic tang of the battlefield, but something ancient. Rotten. Corrupted. My boots hit the stone hard as I landed in a darkness several levels beneath the fight. The sounds of combat became muffled, replaced by something far worse: whispers. Not real voices, but the residual energy of a thousand agonies. The walls themselves felt infected with it. I straightened slowly, senses sharpening as dim red markings began to glow across the corridor ahead. My jaw tightened as my gaze washed over forbidden ritual markings.

Just stayed there, ass up, hole gaping and winking, letting everyone see how thoroughly he’d been used. The harnessed host from the entrance appeared again, voice low and calm over the constant wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh around us. “Pairing round complete. The floor is yours. No limits. No refusals. Use each other. Fill each other. Break each other. When you’re ready for the next level… the back room is open.” He stepped back into the shadows.

He said as if he already knew that nothing was behind him. "Shit. Oh, there's a rat!" She pointed down the floor to trick him when there was no rat. "Fuck! W-where? Where is it?" The man jumped and climbed on the table out of fear. Kathilyn quickly scrambled and ran as fast as she could out of the shabby room and away from the abandoned building. She kept running until she arrived at a bus stop that was crowded with people and took a bus to meet her fiance. "I'm saved... I didn't think I would manage to leave. They wouldn't chase me here, right?" She breathed out in relief and finally stayed calm

The wild, toxic green burned unwavering. He just nodded me once. It's a stummer, iron vow. “We see each other down!” I called, turned around and ran. Silas and I crashed through a small maintenance door behind the capsules. Behind it the naked vertical shaft of Sub-Level 3. The old elevator cables hung like dead snakes in the depth, but on the walls there was a rusty emergency ladder. Behind us detonated hell. The rhythmic thunders of Nova's rifle and the carving, animal boils of kael were cooked by the cliche

"Have you ever been to heaven, Seven? If not, let me show you." I cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it so hard until the nipple hurt. "I can do more than just suck your big dick, Seven. I can ride it until you cum all over me. You want to have a taste of my juicy and tight pussy, don't you?" "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Seven roared. Startled, I stopped dead in my tracks. "Yes, I am. And only you can fuck me back to my senses."

It was as if a dormant, highly advanced muscle memory had suddenly taken over her limbs. She looked down at her hands, confused and slightly unnerved by what had just transpired. On the floor, Nimrod was grunting, visibly struggling to push himself back up to his feet, his pride clearly wounded alongside his ribs. Not wanting to stick around for his reaction or give him a chance to call for another round, Seven abruptly turned her back on him. Without saying a word, she hurried out of the ring and made a straight line for the privacy of the shower room.

When will the day where I wake up and say “Ah, what a boring and carefree new day in this life!” I wonder if accepting the Abyss offer of reincarnation was a good idea… I just want to…close my eyes and…Sleep. {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 18 and leveled up to level 19} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 19 and leveled up to level 20} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 20 and leveled up to level 21} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 21 and leveled up to level 22}

That we can push back. Two more nodes left. Then we prepare to go into the black realm. The road ahead is clear now.

And everyone who knew about it agreed: leave it alone. Project Apex hadn't just ignored the warnings. They'd sought this place out deliberately. The facility shook. A deep, resonant tremor that made the walls groan. My terminal screen flickered, and several camera feeds went dark. I pulled up the remaining security cameras, cycling through them quickly. Most showed empty corridors or panicked personnel running for exits. But one feed made me freeze. Sub-Level 7. The deepest accessible level of the facility. The floor had been torn open. A massive hole gaped in the concrete, jagged edges still crumbling. And something was climbing out. I zoomed in, adjusting the camera angle. My breath caught

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.