Dystopia Land Novels & Stories

It was all too much. Damien got dressed in a dark blue suit that was clearly tailored exactly for him, and not knowing what my day held, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a lightweight, soft cream sweater. The human lands seemed to have everything that we had, just more- toothbrushes that vibrated, the softest fabrics I had ever felt, walls made of glass and waterfalls for showers… “but, they also have less,” Aurelia thought, remembering the dark space between the suburbs and city. “Katla, we’ll fly to Silverburn tonight, unless you want to stay in the human lands longer?” Damien asked.

Sacred Land. The whole area was a plot of magical land with countless rare and exotic plants. There were mountain ranges, hills, and grasslands. There was also an abundance of greenery along with a desolate desert. Baby Zetty had finally come to Boye’s hometown after such a long journey. It was exactly the same as the scene described in the book—the mountains were beautiful, the water was clear, and sunflowers filled up the entire field. Baby Zetty looked at the endless sunflower field and said to Gale emotionally, “Gale, I’ve finally arrived at my destination.”

I have never had anything like this before soon my plate was empty because I was so impatient to consume it all. After my amazing dinner. I decided to go and get some fresh air. "Dad I'll be outside for a while" I informed my dad and left with a juice in my hand. It was dark but the brightness of the moon shined making the garden even more captivating. I sighed and walked around enjoying the fresh air and the moon but suddenly something hit me. 'The note' I remembered... I remembered how someone had written soulmates aren't found but made... those words came flashing in my eyes making me feel the depths of them. I was still thinking how could a person explain it so clearly.. when I saw her..

Dacria, the northernmost City of the Aliens' empire was not an unknown place to Juliet. A few months ago, Julie had taken a look at the map of the Northern Empire and this place named Dacria had caught her interest. It was because it's the only place in the entire empire that seemed to have nothing there, but an abandoned land covered with ice.

Samudra was ensuring this doesn't happen. Mahataya were a matriarchical Kingdom where the Queen was the supreme ruler. They were also sea-farers and landlocked but had been blessed with very fertile flat lands allowing agriculture to flourish. The mountains that surrounded the kingdom gave them a natural fortification and they shared borders with Nishantha and Kaushala both of which were peace loving Kingdoms. Hence they were unaffected and supported these two kingdoms in matters of agricultural trade and political decisions.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

I thought she's going to reject her because of her facial expression, but she kneel before me. “Take me as your alliance and let's create a Disparate Utopia where people can live up with peace and nature.”

DAHLIA : As I listened to the stranger’s stories one after one, I examined the torch. The fire would continue burning until the reserve of magic ran out. I didn’t have to worry about it running out and leaving me in the dark. I picked some juicy worms and put them next to me searching for a stick. I eyed a small bone I wished it belonged to an animal then prayed for the owner’s salvation. “And like that, Dotoria was born; a land for humans to rule, cursing other races within its borders into madness and cruelty, condemning them to relinquish all emotions and deny their selves. What are you doing? I smell something burning.”

Perfect. She didn’t have any clue why mother named me after his city. The queen was the second youngest princess of the City of Utopia. A very beautiful island of beautiful people. Nothing could compare to what the place has to offer. Stretches of fine white sands. Ranges of mountains. Smiling people. A place of freedom. Sighing, she find herself making her way to the kitchen. Hands on her stomach, she felt so elated she saw Darcy, Sweetie Darcy, who is busy doing something on the counter.