Dark Dystopian Books Novels & Stories

If the supernatural is something you'd rather sink your teeth into, and sexy Braxton is on your 'to-do' list, then hook into the Fated series, where Brax and Aimee team up with the 'it' Alpha couple Shadow and Isabella Stalker-although this series is not for the faint of heart. Looking for a good Judge and Jury series? Did the legend of Karistus intrigue you? Damon and Lisa's story begins in Unworthy: The cleansing wars. My supernatural world has no limits. Do you crave a dominating dragon lord? Try Dragon Fire and fall in love with Ragnar or commit to The Fire and Ice series. Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

(REVERSE) “BLOOD CLASS.” The alternate world and book that there is so much to learn and to discover about. The world that doesn’t exceed the original, but holds the more than the amount of darkness that one can endure and fight against. The world that everyone will be trap, the moment that the book of Dylan opens. His smile even draws wider in the most cunning way, as he couldn’t wait and somehow subsides his excitement for the upcoming future that awaits them. “Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?”

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

But enough. He was there. Then he was less there. Then the scent thinned further, falling behind the way I had known it would. Good. I lengthened out and took the canal path hard before cutting through a broken service gate into the deeper industrial ground beyond. The farther one moved from Blackthorn’s edges and ordinary human routes, the more the city remembered what it was built on. Not civilisation. Rot with better lighting. Damp concrete. rust. shit in the shadows. men moving things at hours decent people were meant to be asleep. The kind of places that always drew Red Maw because Red Maw, for all their noise, were never more themselves than among wreckage.

"Raina, come down here now!" I didn't move, I couldn't move. I was watching the end of the world in real-time, and my feet had apparently decided they had no further use for the rest of my body. The screaming intensified. I could hear it now, coming from all directions—the sound of thousands of people dying, of civilization crumbling. Fire erupted in multiple locations across the town, smoke rising up to choke out the stars. The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister.

*Some books remember what they read. Her fingers brushed the cover anyway. It was warm. The moment she lifted the heavy lid, the grimoire exhaled, a long, slow breath of warm air that smelled of aged ink, sweet myrrh, and something unmistakably carnal. Golden runes flickered to life across the first page, writing and rewriting themselves in elegant, hypnotic spirals. Rowan’s breath caught. She should close it. She should chain it again and leave. Instead, she leaned closer.

​The air in the "Deleted Scenes" bin didn't just smell of wet ink; it tasted of ozone and the cold, metallic tang of a failed future. As the bookstore reality collapsed above them—the sound of Julian’s typewriter dying like a stuttering heart—Nora hit the floor of the Dystopian Sector. ​The ground wasn't made of wood or grass. It was a shifting mosaic of rusted steel and discarded data-slabs. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, choked by the "Narrative Smoke" of a thousand abandoned plotlines.

and I stopped him and said, "I am mated to you, I never stopped loving you, I nor Lora could ever get over you and we couldn't wait to die to be with you, but you came back saving us the trouble and we will be in this together for as long as the moon goddess wants us here." We entered his penthouse and Drax's eyes glazed over feeling pain, I knew something was wrong he grabbed my hand and we were back at my old pack and saw the rogues attacking. Lora linked us and said, "I feel the pain, something is wrong with our baby," and Drax said, "Where is Rikaa, Lora?" She said, "With Cam," and we changed into our wolves fighting the rogues, I linked Carl and he said, "Rikaa is dying, she has been at