Dark Dystopian Books Novels & Stories

Waiting for their Alpha to save them. And the price of their freedom was the girl sleeping upstairs. The girl with dark eyes and a silver knife and a spine made of steel who fought off wolves in her kitchen and told me not to torture prisoners in her territory. The girl whose heartbeat I could hear through two floors of wood and stone. The girl whose scent, lavender and honey and something warm underneath, had rewired my entire nervous system in less than a week. My pack or my mate. The choice was impossible. Both options ended in destruction.

“Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He grabbed his briefcase. “Another one of your dusty old god books. Of course. You’d rather spend all day reading about dead civilizations than fuck your boyfriend.” His laugh was bitter now. “You know what? Fine. Stay here with your imaginary watcher. I’m done begging.” “Stan, wait—” But he was already at the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back at me with disappointment so sharp it hurt. “Call me when you’re done being crazy, Lyra. Or don’t. I’m tired of this.”

His smirk goes wider and something in my stomach flips. What the hell was that all about? I need to get a damn grip. The Dark Alpha turns around to walk over to what looks like his own bar and pours himself a drink. I have no idea what kind of drink that is, but based on how I can still smell it all the way from where I am seated, it must be very strong. I take the time to look around my surroundings now that he’s not staring at me. This new place is big, obviously, but not as big as his quarters. There are books everywhere, like every corner has a shelf filled with hundreds of books of different categories, half of which I don’t even understand. Written in languages I've never before seen.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick book, tossing it onto the table between us with casual indifference, “Here, since you’re stuck here for your little vacation anyway, might as well make good use of the time, maybe learn something that doesn’t involve asking questions that could get you killed.” I looked down at the book, recognizing it as some kind of crime novel, then back up at Elias with irritation, “I’m not on vacation, I’m being held here against my will.” “Potato, pothato," he said with that infuriating smirk of his, “either way, you’ve got time to kill and nothing better to do with it, so try not to drive yourself crazy overthinking everything.” Before I could respond

And that thought refused to leave Damian's mind. As the healers took Sky from his arms, he let them, but he didn't leave. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed-and waited. Skylar Dawin was not an ordinary student. She was something far greater. And Damian knew he couldn't afford to ignore it. The darkness slowly began to lift. At first, she saw only blurry shapes, as if trying to focus on the world through a thick veil of fog. Her head was heavy, her body weighed down against the bed like lead. Her skin still pulsed with heat, as if the fire she had unleashed that night continued to burn deep within her.

Not from outside this time, but from inside me. Darius said something sharp and urgent. I felt my knees start to give and there was nothing I could do about it, absolutely nothing, and the last thing I was aware of before the dark came down was the man almost touching me.

This Chapter contains strong scenes of Rape, and abuse. Please read at your own risk. For those wondering, it’s the last chapter detailing her physical abuse I promise, it’s just very significant to the plot. Dylan POV "You are right! SHES MINE!" He wasted no time in plunging his entire length into me. A cry left my lips and my eyes watered as I realized I was getting fucked in front of beta Lewis. You would think the king would eventually stop finding ways to humiliate me.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.