Dark Dystopian Books Novels & Stories

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

Apocalypse “I should erase them all from this wretched place.” Taking a seat in front of him, I crossed my legs slowly just to tease him. I needed some distraction, knowing he is following my every move. “Can not stand them, with their good heart and doing good. Who are they kidding?” I pressed my lips together while inspecting my nails. “Mind telling me what happened?” He leaned backwards in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head. Looking up at him, I see the shadows dancing in his cold blue eyes. Feeling the desire of his darker side pulling my madness towards him.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

Once within reach, she extends her claws and digs them deep into his ribs. "Bitch!" Dagon cries out in pain, as blood dribbles down his chin. "I have a very special place in the soul realm for you, you will not move on, nor will you ever see the light of day again. You will re-live your crimes again and again, as the victim. You will beg for mercy every day, and receive none," Raven declares as she digs her hands deeper, ripping apart Dagon's chest.

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

I turned my phone off before I could embarrass myself further. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to push down the disturbance knotting in my chest. This wasn't about Nightshade. It was the fear of being alone again. That familiar feeling of isolation, the one I acted like it didn’t bother me. This mansion wasn't helping, it only made things worse. Just the money was keeping me. It was too calm, clean, and quiet. It felt like living inside a crystal. I pushed myself off the bed. Exercise felt better than thinking.

Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise. I close my last manual, pick up the pile and I put each book back in its place. My hands are trembling dangerously and my heart rate betrays my anxiety. While putting the last book down, I stay an instant with a hand placed on the edge, thinking. Right now, I have to look for another place to live, and it has to be fast!

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.