Kane Pixels Backrooms Series Novels & Stories

“I think he’s moving. And not just planning. Acting.” I followed him, heart thudding in sync with my boots. We stopped in front of the central interface. Kane’s old security server had been piggybacked by us after the safehouse bombing. It gave us backdoor access to a few satellite surveillance feeds Reynolds once used. Kelly tapped through a few locked screens. Static. Then— A pulse. Not visual, but network activity. “East Grange,” he muttered. “That’s not where Kane is.” “No,” I said slowly. “But it’s where Kane would go… if you pushed him into it.”

" Lucas roared while pointing a finger at me, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute disgust. Jeffrey lifted a foot and kicked my knee forcefully, forcing me to fall before Alison. "Juliet, I've warned you not to play games. If you lay another finger on Alison, I will end you and feed you to the zombies immediately." I could still remember the very first time I was shoved into a swarm of zombies three months ago. Alison said she needed white roses for her late mother's grave. Specifically, she wanted those from the zombie-infested zone. I gave my all in picking them and bringing them back for her, only for her to throw them into the trash right away, claiming that they stank of zombies an

The magenta feels louder than it looked in her bathroom mirror. Minnie steps into the front office of El Camino House with her hoodie tugged halfway over her freshly dyed hair, hoping to fly under the radar. But no such luck. The second she walks through the door, the scent of cinnamon coffee, printer toner, and overdue paperwork hits her—along with the voice that never misses a beat. “Well damn, who gave you a glow-up over the weekend?” calls Lani, her receptionist, spinning her chair halfway around to gawk. “Okay, Punk Barbie. I see you.”

Just enough to confirm what his instincts were already telling him. Something was off. And by the end of the night, he was going to know exactly what it was. Kane pushed open the doors of the underground club, the familiar wave of noise and heat hitting him instantly. His eyes scanned the room automatically, landing exactly where he expected. Her booth. And there she was. Back turned. Talking to Sebastian. Kane's gaze narrowed slightly as he approached, catching the sight of the giant man casually shoving fries into his mouth like he had nothing better to do.

"To enter this room, you have to use the employee code given by the personnel department and then replace it with a code you created yourself, sir. A kind of pa*sword that only we ourselves know. Could it be ..." "Audrey forgot her own code? Maybe she didn't change hers?" asked Liam confused. Nea nodded hesitantly. "This is only the first day, sir." Liam growled in annoyance. "I will recover the original pa*sword and use my own pa*sword," said Liam. Nea immediately turned her back to Liam while her boss processed the pa*sword recovery on the door. The authority to recover pa*swords on all computer systems, doors and locked cupboards in the Keagan World building is only owned by Liam and th

"I'll make Silverlune Pack stronger than ever." He smiled—real trust in his eyes. "Of course." Then that teasing smirk. "Wildgrove Pack's new Alpha heard you were back. Made the trip to see you." I blinked. "Who? Why would they—?" He just nodded toward the receiving room. I walked over and pushed the door open. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark green cloak, Wildgrove Pack's totem stitched across it. He turned. Amber eyes, that familiar spark. "So... you're finally coming home?"

“And if we ever reach Stage Five… nothing human will be left.” ⸻ We buried the body behind the warehouse, in the mud. Noah said it felt wrong to burn what used to be human, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that mercy would only get him killed later. As the rain washed away the blood, I saw something glinting on the ground — a symbol scratched into the concrete. A spiral with jagged edges, marked in the infected’s blood. Mara noticed it too. “That’s… not random.” Echo’s voice slithered through my mind like smoke.

"They’re just landlords. And they’ve been squatting in our souls for too long." Silas stood in the wreckage, his obsidian blades retracted, but his eyes were still a fierce, predatory violet. He looked at the elevator doors, which were now flickering between "Executive" and a dark, utilitarian grey. "The Board is gone, but the 'Assets' are still in the cages. If the 'Series' is being liquidated, Elara... they’re going to delete the 'Back-Catalog'." My heart skipped. The "Back-Catalog."

The drop of black ink on my palm didn't behave like liquid. It didn't smear; it expanded, forming a perfect, flat rectangle of darkness that mimicked the shape of a smartphone screen. As I stared into it, the image of the "Real" Kaima—the one with the serial number **[ASSET-01-PRIME]**—blinked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was surrounded by a thick, viscous fluid. She wasn't in a park. She was in a **Vat**.