Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

Chapter: 27. ****** They must have gone down about twenty stairs before they reached the bottom. Boiy opened up another wall that greeted them with a despicable view and smell of rot and decay. They clasped their noses shut with two fingers. "Follow me," Boiy instructed and they all went into the room. The light on Boiy's hand illuminated their surroundings, giving them a dreadful picture of the room. Skeleton bones littered the entire room along with decaying rotten parts that looked like long-dead animals. They all wanted it to be animals since they can't handle the thoughts of them being human. Bri retched, gripping the walls to steady herself so she doesn't fall over. Nancy kept her eyes

Bloody holes appeared in their limbs, causing them to lose their combat abilities. Two Level 1 Zombies could be fused into a Level 2 Zombie. Two Level 2 Zombies could be fused into a Level 3 Zombie. The hundreds of zombies were Level 3 Zombies. Lucas fused them into a Level 9 Male Zombie and a Level 9 Female Zombie. Lucas wore a boring expression as Level 9 Zombies were way too weak. On the other hand, Kate did not look bored at all. Instead, she was astonished. 'All of them were fused to become two zombies?'

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Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

After a soft peal of laughter, the woman gently placed her cup of tea down and leaned her back against the soft cushion. With her legs crossed, she smiled and continued, "I've mentioned about nature power to you. That's actually the main difference between a Level 8 and a Level 9. A level 8 was just a regular immoral host like you. They have abilities and items. But so what? Do you know? In front of a Level 9, even those indestructible barriers are nothing? Do you also know that no matter how high you raise your Curse Ability, while it would have a good effect on a Level 8, it's nothing but a stupid chanting before a Level 9?"

While we were unconscious they must have forced wolfsbane down our throats and moved us to where we are now. I get up and my back hurts more and differently than ever before. Slowly I manage to sit up. Looking round I see the naked bodies of my fellow warriors lying in a clearing. All of their backs have whip marks. Some, like me, have regained consciousness and are sitting up. Staring round in utter disbelief at the carnage. Next to me is a little basket. I look into it and immediately vomit. Staring back at me is Mavericks eye. Next to his ear, his finger, the lock of hair and a note. My hands tremble as I pick up the note.

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.

The air at Level 99 was thick enough to chew. It didn't smell like the antiseptic scent of the upper floors; instead, it carried the odors of ancient minerals, frozen nitrogen, and a metallic tang that felt like high-voltage blood. The ice cathedral was immense, with a ceiling lost in a swirling mix of frost and violet static. At its center sat the Core-Prime, an obsidian heart the size of a siege tank, wrapped in a web of silver filaments resembling a nervous system.

Something worse? Chapter 98 reveals THE ENEMY!

However, the Dark and Light Emeralds' quality was clearly better on the second level than on the first level. If the rumor about this place having nine levels were true, how much more powerful would the Dark and Light Emeralds on the ninth level be? As for Willow and her little gigolo, were they in a hurry to get to the next level because they knew a secret about the ninth level? Ricky's question made him think about this thoroughly. He was impressed. No wonder Ricky was a Supreme Elder. He had such acute observation.