Dystopia Land Novels & Stories

Kesi shouted, pointing far across the vast expanse of the canyon floor, toward the shimmering horizon. Thousands of miles away, past the curtain of the new rain and the rising mist of the forest, something caught the light. It was not natural. It was a massive, metallic dome that glittered with a cold, artificial light. It was a city made of mirrors, steel, and glass—a high-tech fortress sitting in the middle of the dead world. This was the City of Chuma, the seat of the Sovereign Architect. "That’s where we’re going," Ressi said, his smile fading as he stared at the distant metal.

Instead, it was solemnly placed in the World of Heaven and Earth. In the next few days, Caspian was still looking for all kinds of exotic minerals and produce that could improve the elemental nature. However, in this blessed land, the biggest treasure-the Demonic Beast City, had been destroyed by him. Therefore, in the next few days, although there would be occasional gains, in general, it would inevitably make people feel a little bad. Time passed. Soon, it was the eleventh day of the opening of the blessed land. At this time, there were still four days before everyone in the blessed land would be transmitted out.

Better dead than that. Not so many years ago, this place was an unparalleled paradise, ruled by the wise but mysterious Council of Ten. They were assisted by a network of governors that presided over individual sectors. It was a lush, green land, with fountains on every block. The buildings stretched to the sky, and all work was done by machines. There were even machines that could make things out of what seemed to be thin air. Anything you wanted… anything your heart desired could simply be created. The labor-saving machines freed up the people for more rewarding pursuits. This was a utopia of culture, science, art, and all other forms of human creativity. Sickness was rare, poverty didn’t

She didn’t want to think about what he was, but Emma wanted to walk into dreams and control magic. Emma had seen village elders use magic but had none of her own. Daniel wanted to surprise Emma that night. With a snap of his fingers he brought the door out, and he snuck into one of her dreams, but when he opened the door, he found the small village was quiet. He heard the roar of a blaze, it didn’t take him long to figure out what he was looking for. Daniel could smell the smoke as he ran. “Emma!” he screamed not caring what a noise he made or who might see him.

I let my eyes see how close the sun is, how, even if I only rest here, it will come to me with all strength and brilliance. I faced the guy again. "You know what, darling? The Embassy in Mahar City is a technologically advanced metropolis, utilizing advanced science and engineering to make life easier for its plutocratic citizens. However, we are set in a dystopian world where it contrasts the lives of us— the poor District residents with those of the cutting-edge Mahar citizens. Despite cataclysmic natural disasters and human-made war, the astounding technological innovations of Mahar appear from area to area in the form of hovercrafts, flying ships, and miracle medicine. In those other dis

I pretend I didn't see her until Dandeline asks, "Hey, it looks like your owl is in a bad mood." "Aha-ha, don't mind her! Maybe she's hungry." ☪ ✧ ✧ All the passengers with their luggage were waiting in the hall as the airship started to land vertically. I watch the city through the glass wall beside the children again while going down. The city is as neat as Plandreas but not as colorful as that. Dandeline said that the government here is ruled by humans, and it's as bustling as Lanbarc metropolis. The announcers said that this land is called Cardozen.

he said before exiting my room. My brows crossed as I watched him walk away. I still wanted to contradict him but my mind was thinking about the mysterious envelope he left. I closed the door when he finally got out of my sight. I then grabbed the envelope and looked at the card inside. My brows crossed more as the red letters sent a growling excitement mixed with confusion on my stomach. I read it again. You are Invited to Ecstasy Land.

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

Others lay pale and dead, as if the colour had been sucked out of them. This was not one wasteland. It was a whole wounded world. The thought made my chest tighten. Everything we had talked about became real from above. Kingdoms. Territories. Dead zones. Trade paths. Places no one returned from. Crowns fighting over land that could still breathe. Wraiths taking ground. Dragons ruling ruined beauty. People living somehow in between it all. My fear grew. So did my wonder. Because even broken, the Outlands was not small.

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.