Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

Audrey opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling above her. The minimalist crystal chandelier and ceiling made of wood made Audrey aware of where she was at the moment. Audrey tried to move, but she felt like her bones were pulling out of joints and she let out a low groan. Audrey felt movement next to her and turned her head, seeing Liam half n*ked by her side. Audrey remembered last night and blushed. They had brutal s*x many times until almost three in the morning and it seemed Audrey was unconscious after reaching her umpteenth orgasm.

Thirty days before the grocery store shelves went empty, before the water stopped running and before the people turned into monsters. “ I am back” I whispered into the room. A shaky breathless laugh escaped my lips turning quickly into a sob.” I am really back.” Suddenly a loud sharp sound echoed inside my head. It was not a sound from the street or the hallway. It was inside my mind like a glass cup shattering directly behind my eyes. I flinched, dropping the phone back onto the bed and clutching my ears. Ow!" I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut. "What is that?"

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

I floated away and back to the center of the room, to see the chairs still sitting where they were but now with a back door close by. I squinted and walked over to it, with a hand out in front of me; pushing the door as it creaked again but lower than the front door I had come in from. I leaned my head outside, and it was now my nostrils noticed the smelly backyard. And I shot back with both hands now holding my nose; as the smell was pungent. It smelt of dried blood and decaying flesh. And I slowly brought one leg out before the other; moving slowly down the sloping steps, and reaching the bottom of the stairs that led to the odor.

Owen whispered a curse before closing the distance between us. His hands roamed my sides, my back, before coming to the clasps in the front. “I want you naked, but I don’t want this off you. Mel, you look like-“ “I belong in a window in Amsterdam?” “Like a succubus. You’re not allowed in any windows anywhere. At least not looking like this.” Owen’s voice was low. I could tell he was losing control. “I want to rip this off you, but I also want to see you in it again.” Owen paused a moment, clearly struggling to decide. “Screw it!” Grabbing the longline bra, he pulled, the claps all broke, some even went flying across the room. Owen grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed. Pulling me to the edge

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.

Bianca was strangling the girl. My eyes narrowed in realization when it hitted me hard that it was O.C on the floor. Anger course through me as visions of me killing them in multiple ways flashed through my brain. The color in their faces drained out when they saw how furious I was. They left her on the floor and backed away with fear written all over their faces They dared layed hands on my girl. O.C. O.C who was pregnant. O.C who was still grieving her late mother whom was buried last week.

THE BRAND ONLY HURTS IN ONE Eyes like a night without stars meets eyes like a sea of blood. One is innocent and fearful and the other is spiteful and murderous. How can they be destined? Breathing gets hard, both of their hearts racing. Everything that was cold, now seems to be burning. With each step that Occisor takes back, a pain strikes his neck, forcing him to return to his human form. Bloodstain also feels her body being forced to change back.

As they all were frightened, covering their mouths, and were sweating heavily, the monster was walking slowly down in the middle of the street. "!!!" All of them were being careful not to make any movements that would cause loud noises that will likely attract the monster to them. But as the monster was passing by, a small kid, just sitting next to them and being quiet the whole time, accidentally got the bottle next to him to fall on the floor. Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Shit!" A loud bang coming from the outside was heard. They all thought the monster had noticed them, but when they looked outside the monster was laying on the ground with its head all gone.

"Clean up and get out. We'll continue tonight." He grabbed his backpack and left, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me trembling on the sink, cum dripping down my chin, bites throbbing deliciously on my skin. Jenna's avoidance, Rebecca's warning—they all faded in the haze of lustful afterglow. I was his, eternally bound by this sinful, steamy obsession.