Dystopia Novels & Stories

Up here in the single-digit sectors, the architecture was brilliant and clean, bathed in the warm, artificial sunlight of the climate domes. But as Leo banked the Phantom south, heading toward the coastal highway, the scenery began to drastically change. The pristine white towers gave way to the massive, heavily fortified concrete walls of the Quarantine Zone. Beyond those walls lay Sector 8. The Rust Belt. The Undercity. It was a sprawling ocean of corrugated tin roofs, rusted factories, and open-air slums completely shrouded in a permanent layer of thick, toxic gray smog. There were no climate domes down there. There was only the bitter, choking reality of the people left behind by Aegis I

"If you take out the hub, the hospitals, the shelters... people will die." Dante looked at the hub, and for a second, he saw the skyline of the city as a cage. It was the same cage her father had built. It was the cage the Trust used to keep people compliant. "If she breathes in the dark, then the rest of the world doesn't deserve the light," Dante said. He pulled the detonator from his pocket.

I've never been normal, well what even is normal anyways? In this dystopian world is it even a thing anymore? The wars had scarred the world everywhere, even in places like here in the middle of nothing and nowhere the evidence was clear. Humans did not take it nicely to finding out that all those ghost stories were real, and it was even worse when the subs (subnaturals) didn't ask to come out of hiding. Hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost over this never-ending war, leaving people who grew up like me, alone.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

On this rainy night, Jarvis sits by her little sister's lifeless body hugging it to herself tightly while her other sister Aquila sits at the edge of the cave sitting quietly. No words came out of Aquila's mouth. she just sat that thinking about something looking emotionless. "I know you have to weep for the loss of your dear sister but I beg of you. Step away from the body" Dorian said looking at Jarvis with worries all over her face. Jarvis however does not look pleased with what Dorian is saying. She looks at her with disgust like she wants to murder her but not the quick type of murder but the one that Dorian will die slowly as Jarvis enjoys her screams and suffering.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

“I promise!” “Okay, so what’s next?” As soon as her question ended, a book appeared in front of her. The Only One For Me. The story took place in a time far in the future where the land, air, and water were all polluted beyond recognition. Fauna and flora evolved to survive in the harsh conditions. Viruses mutated and new bacteria were discovered. A particular strain of virus that attacked the brain caused a deterioration of the brain. Eventually, a human would act no better than an unintelligent beast, driven only by primal urges. As it could be spread via water, bodily fluids, and air, humans decided that besides purifying agents, they had to practise eugenics to prevent becoming extinct.

"Well he is protecting the woman I love and who I can't live without to stay alive, so he is saving me too. It is nice to think that in some way he is still around, even if I can't see or hear him." We just lay there snuggled for a while. "Arizer?" "Yes?" "You awake?" I smile as he chuckles "I was just wondering where these creatures actually come from?" "Well as far as we are aware from the underworld." "What as in like hell?" "Well it is not technically hell, I don't know if hell exists but this is probably similar to that yes." "OK" "Why do you ask?" "Well I wondered if these creatures come from somewhere that is evil, is there not somewhere with good, and if there is why are they not hel

†† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable ways. She'd awoken much earlier than her counterpart and had begun blindly stumbling home, that's when the incidents begun it started out with everyone she'd seen, all gazing at her like she'd grown sixteen fricking heads, staring mesmerized at something about her, treating her like she was a damned goddess Needless to say, she'd spent no money coming home and that was an added advantage, but she was much too conflicted to care, confl

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "