Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

The force knocked me off balance, and my hand slammed onto the still-hot grill. I sucked in a sharp breath from the burn. By the time I steadied myself, the back of my hand had already turned bright red. The pain was so intense that I immediately looked for cold water, but before I could leave, Clara grabbed my wrist. "Lucas, you need to apologize to Caleb!" The burn on the back of my hand throbbed, and the ache seemed to pull at my chest, too. I yanked myself free from Clara's grip and tried to rinse it without saying a word. However, she stepped in front of me, her tone cold.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

In the end, he lost control and slapped her across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the hallway. Sienna froze for two seconds, then screamed, "How dare you hit me!" She lunged at Oscar, clawing and kicking. They scuffled wildly, stumbling toward the staircase. Half-blinded from her scratching, Oscar stumbled backward. Then, his foot slipped, and in a desperate grab for balance, he pulled Sienna down with him. Just like that, the both of them tumbled down the stairs and lay motionless. A passerby spotted them and immediately called 911.

⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content, emotional vulnerability, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. (Romantic, consensual intimacy between adults with strong emotional connection.) The villa smelled like roses, white tea, and Kevin’s garlic herb-crusted salmon. Candles flickered softly across the room, casting golden light on the walls and the two plates of untouched food on the table. Minnie stood in the middle of it all—hair curled, lips painted a deep berry red, and navy blue lace hugging every inch of her curves. The silky robe barely covered her thighs, and her bare feet padded quietly across the floor as she checked the clock again.

Chapter 2: Binding the Level-Up System The phone in my hand would not stop shaking as Marcus's name kept blinking on the screen, bright and green cutting through the dark bedroom. Marcus. The man who just left me to die. The man who watched me get torn apart while he drove away in my car. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead as I threw the phone onto the blanket like it was a hot coal. It bounced, still buzzing, still demanding my attention.

The tone was identical to when he admitted me into a mental asylum. As usual, I handed him a pair of slippers. He took the slippers, his gaze shying away from mine. He made a beeline for the bathroom. “I reek of booze. I’ll hop into the shower.” The shower was running. The bathroom door was left ajar. Amid the steaming shower, I could see the fresh claw marks across his broad back. I clenched the fabric of Taylor’s pajamas, my mind wandering back to his struggling days as a PhD student.

Kaelen bit down hard on his lower lip, looking like he was ready to face death itself. Suddenly, it felt pointless, so I got out of the bed and left the room without looking back. Over the next few days, I didn't go home. Instead, I spent my time drinking at the biggest tavern in the city. This was the famous Beastkin Lounge, where every server was a different type of beastman. Some even offered special services. That day, I was completely wasted. My gaze wandered to the delicate-looking beastman beside me, quietly pouring my drink.

A hidden directory titled 'Project 99% Mother. Kael’s digital pulse stuttered. The file was a stratigraphic map of every woman the Council had ever used as an anchor. It wasn't a list of heroes. It was a ledger of casualties. He swiped through the names, and the horror of it rippled through the city’s grid, causing the Grand Hall’s lights to strobe a sickly, necrotic violet. Unit 1: Brain death at forty percent petrification. Unit 3: Systemic marrow collapse. Unit 8: Neural extraction failed.

" I vaguely heard my mother talking near my ear. I mumbled a few sleepy replies before drifting off again. I had been pulling all-nighters for the past few days, finishing my thesis, and I was completely wiped out. I hadn't even made it home. I just stopped by my mother's shop, found a bed in the storage room at the back, and collapsed. I had no idea how long I slept. But when I finally woke up, something felt wrong. My whole body was pinned to the bed. My arms and legs were locked down with soft rubber restraints, and I was stretched wide like a giant X. Something dark blocked my vision, as if a curtain had fallen over my head. What the hell? Panic rushed in. I struggled hard, trying to pul