Backrooms Level 9 Novels & Stories

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

The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world. I woke up chained to a rusty metal bed in a dimly lit concrete bunker. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, dirt, and sex. My body was filthy, marked, and still leaking cum from the night before. Thick white streams slowly dripped from my swollen pussy and ass onto the dirty mattress beneath me. My breasts were covered in bite marks and handprints. My thighs were bruised. My throat felt raw from screaming and sucking cock for hours.

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.

The insult rolled off his tongue with ease, but it no longer pierced me. Perhaps I had grown numb. Nine years of this bond had stripped me of myself, leaving nothing but a shadow bound to his side. I had long forgotten the girl I once was—bright, ambitious, full of ideas. Nine years ago, when my grandfather was dragged into the silver mines, Ryan appeared with an offer. He gave me a million, but the price was binding myself to him under a mate-contract, a convenient stand-in to shield him from Campbell Pack’s challenges. For my grandfather’s sake, I agreed.

"A way out. The Architects are so busy looking at their perfect grids that they’ve forgotten to watch the trash. It’s time we showed them what happens when the trash decides to strike back." ​I looked at my hands. The mercury veins were no longer violet. They were a deep, burning orange. We had found the graveyard of the gods, and it was full of people who knew how to build a fire. ​The Ninth Peak wasn't a ship anymore. It was the spark for a galaxy-sized forge. And the first thing we were going to make was a war.

My gaze coldly fell onto their bodies that had fallen onto the ground before they could figure out what had happened. I calmly wiped my hands altogether, stepping on them as I looked at Claude who gave me a thumbs up. I beckoned him forward. “Let’s go.” Both of us moved to the iron-barred basement where it had been few meters away from the three guards earlier. I couldn't help but frown when the more we get closer, the more the air grew damp and I could scent metallic—blood was thick. However, when we got closer, my gaze fell onto the wolves inside the basement.

Darius The Ninth Circle was worse than it was in my dream. The obsidian pillars here were larger, etched with runes that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic violet light: the heartbeat of the digestive system Elena had described. The ground was no longer glass; it was a grey, ash-like substance that felt like bone-dust beneath my boots. This felt too real, like it was physical.

Shelly said to Alex, “Actually, these things are afraid of you.” Alex felt that too. The three thousand lotuses in his body shook lightly. All kinds of laws were in complete harmony and scattered around his body. Such an aura was a great deterrent to the vicious ghosts. After all, he was now completely on a path of a powerhouse after acquiring the Legacy of the nine Ancestor Witches. It was unknown how long had passed. They walked down level by level. Shortly afterward, they reached the ninth level of hell.

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.