The Backrooms--roleplay Novels & Stories

Backstage at the Supermodel Showdown, Natalie leaned on Jared’s arm and whispered, “I’m still a little nervous about Clarissa…” Jared’s reply was firm. “She’s no longer your opponent. Today, she’s nothing more than your stepping stone.” However, before he could finish, a commotion erupted at the entrance. Stage lights flashed in every direction, and all eyes turned toward the source. I stood there, clad in Aeterna’s unreleased masterpiece, the Nirvana gown. My presence radiated power, a queen descending to her court. Behind me, my three children were dressed in matching couture. They walked with flawless runway steps, their striking looks capturing every camera in the room.

I could hear the hum of the servers, the low buzz of overhead lights, and the pounding in my chest. My boots echoed off the tiled floor. I passed the corner where we used to set up game nights with pizza and sodas. The projector room where we watched horror movies and pretended not to be afraid. The lab where we hacked systems for fun before Black Iris turned us into weapons. Every step felt like I was walking through a mausoleum of memories. When I reached the main server room, I hesitated. I could still back out. But I didn’t. Luna was waiting inside.

The obsidian doors hissed open, retreating into the walls like a dying breath. Inside, the Server Core was a forest of black pillars, each one glowing with the blue light of the pack's collective memory. The temperature dropped further, hitting the freezing point. My breath came out in silver plumes. I sprinted toward the central terminal, my fingers hovering over the haptic interface.

"... Ow." Pulte was not all that surprised. Since his plan all along was to join the Wall guards, this will not hinder his plans. After talking for a while in Liam's office, Pulte decided to go back to his house. It has been a long day for him and all he want is to rest. "Ah, well then, I'm going to need to open up that room again." Since he decided to go back to fighting monsters, he's opening his weapon room where he keeps all his equipments from when he was in the special squad.

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.

Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text. "Still troubled by the one you love not returning your affection? Burn our special incense in the censer, focus on the person you want to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to swap bodies with them. Note: This method only works when your target is plagued by misfortune." The next morning, Sia paid me back for the bedsheet and took the censer with her. She carefully unwrapped it, placed it reverently by her bed, and eagerly lit the incense to begin her prayers.

The library's quiet hum grounded me, its familiar stacks confirming my rebirth. Amber, Jessica, and Ruby's snarky jabs rolled off me like water off a duck's back. Talk was cheap; results were what counted. I dove into my studies, losing track of time until my stomach growled. My watch read 7:00 p.m., so I packed up, had dinner, and trudged back to the dorm, where the trio was still yammering about Amber's offer.

After the party ended, before Hayden could come looking for me, Zayne dragged me out of the party hall. "Let's go," he said enthusiastically. "Let's go shopping!" "Huh? No way. What's a grown man like you going shopping for?" I asked in confusion. He replied confidently, "To buy you 'armor' of course! Your scheduled interrogation is coming up. You have to dress up properly so that you don't lose courage." "Someone like me? Dressing up?" I questioned.

It was Clarissa. It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in. Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room. Each step brought her closer. She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked. A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again. Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin. "Mmm…" This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

I say. “Agreed, but it can’t come from us. We can’t have alphas looking our way, songbird,” he warns me. Shit, he is right. “I sense something alive in the back room, but otherwise it’s empty,” he adds. We go to the back together, and Caleb opens the flimsy door. It’s a long room, and the back wall is filled with cages. The cages are all broken and dirty, and it stinks. The doors are all open except for a few at the bottom. I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones.