The Backrooms Monster Novels & Stories

One no one could’ve known. Rook’s mask emitted a static sigh. "He’s alive. And judging by the missing Choir members? He’s building something far worse than Echo." Jeff’s grip on his gun tightened. "Like what?" The lights flickered. The bunker’s speakers crackled to life—playing a lullaby from my childhood, one I hadn’t heard in twenty years. And then they emerged from the tunnels. The new monsters. Not golden. Not mechanical. Biological horrors stitched together from the missing Choir victims—their limbs fused at unnatural angles, their mouths sewn shut with neural wire, their eyes leaking that same black-gold fluid.

Summer said to herself as she pulled a still disorientated Lennox down the dark hallway. “FUCK WHERE THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS COMING FROM?” Sabastian yelled, as he ripped the head off yet another monster. They ran into a mob of monsters as soon as they left out of the room the tunnel was in. The Hunters were firing weapons at the monsters not even noticing Shadow and Sabastian had come in the same way they did. The fear was written on all their faces. The doc the leader of the hunters was in a corner typing something into a computer as his men fought off the monsters that kept coming no matter how many they killed. There was five or six hallways that all had monsters coming out of each one.

We can't afford to let one of them slip between us, or better yet, fall between us. ”Okay. Come on Emm. I'll stay back to back with Leviathan. You will hug me while keeping Rose glued to your back.” ”Okay.” Now then. You might be wondering, what does these monsters look like. Well they are literally decaying corpses with skin peeling off of them and all kinds of bugs in and on them. They are cowered in dried blood, mud, dust and even spiderwebs.

Then it devolved into pure, unadulterated chaos. The interior was a cathedral of decay. Rusted machinery cast long shadows in the light filtering through broken roof panels. The monsters were… wrong. They looked like boars, but their skin was scaled and glistening, their tusks dripping with a saliva that smoked where it hit the concrete. Their eyes were milky white, blind but somehow tracking us. Bryan was in his element, launching fireballs and laughing maniacally as he kited three of them around a giant, dead loom. “C’MON, UGLIES! RIGHT HERE!”

"You have to move faster Martina. Maybe I erased his memory with Callidora but still, You couldn't change the fact that he is a powerful vampire." ________ Zack" Without any question, The monster that came from the subsoil opened his mouth, and then there's something that came out from it. It's like a blacklight but still, we avoid it when we see it flashing through us. Warg jumps at the right side while I am at the left, and the black light that came from the monster landed into the middle burst like someone's dropped a bomb power through it. We look at each other. And Warg said "Watch out" and then the monster opens up his mouth again and hits us again with his flash blacklight that burst

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

I would take the child wandering everywhere every day. Letting her see this world for her father. Until one afternoon in late autumn, five years later, I mysteriously took the child back to our hometown. Back to the high school library that carried the starting point of the cycle before we were wolves. The school had expanded, but that old library was still there. It escaped demolition, standing quietly in a corner of the campus. I walked in; it had been renovated, but the layout remained unchanged. Looking at everything familiar yet strange before my eyes, I seemed to return to that rainy day many years ago.

Their eyes met, and Julie could only muster a faint smile, her tears threatening to spill once more. They eventually arrived at the hospital. Elizah regained consciousness but was still crying, grimacing, and refusing to see anyone. She even rejected Julie. If she saw anyone or even the shadow of a passing airplane, she’d scream, “Monsters.” “She doesn’t want to see anyone. She’s still trembling and keeps screaming, ‘Monsters,’” Richard explained. “Monsters? That means there’s more than one perpetrator which ... Oh God … Oh no ..." Julie whispered, sitting down on the bench outside Elizah’s hospital room. When Julie glanced up, she saw the same officer, Mark Robertson, walking toward her wit

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.