Dystopia Rising Database Novels & Stories

Nyxara didn’t sleep. She sat in the dark, high above the world, the city stretching beneath her window like a beast uneasy in its own skin. The pulse of distant traffic, the flicker of neon signs, the restless hush of millions—all of it seeped through the glass, but she barely noticed. Behind her, banks of screens cast their ghostly glow, each one a silent tributary feeding her a steady current of secrets. Data drifted in: fragments of voices, encrypted chatter, banking slips, movement logs. She read it all in a glance, hunger sharpened by necessity.

They would peel him apart layer by layer to get the information they wanted, to find the trail that led to Carlos, to Abby, to the immune girl Ethel. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn’t block out the sounds. They were the soundtrack to this new world. The virus, the collapse, the monsters that now roamed the earth—they were a plague, a horror beyond comprehension. But this? This calculated cruelty, this betrayal, this willingness to torture and destroy in the name of a twisted, self-serving good? The humans who were left, the ones who had survived, were so much worse. They were the true monsters, and this stone prison was their heart.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

Let me break these bastards so I can take you back to Mooncrest Manor and mark every inch of this thick, soft body. My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, my cheeks flushing hot at his raw words. Asher turns his dangerous, crimson glare toward Wesley Hart, who is standing frozen with his tablet. "Publish the stream, Wesley. Show all of Dominion State what these parasites have been doing." Wesley trembles, his fingers frantically tapping the screen. A high-pitched chime rings out from every mobile device in the garden simultaneously. Grayson, Lorraine, and Malcolm all pull out their phones as automated alerts flood RavenNet.

Her hands clutched at her chest, like she was physically trying to hold herself together. I drank in the sight of her misery, enjoying every delicious second. But then, something changed. She wiped at her eyes, her breath was still ragged. But there was something different in her expression. Something mysterious and dangerous. I leaned in, straining to hear her next words through the mind link. “I’ll make them all regret this,” she whispered. A chill ran down my spine. I stepped back, frowning my brows in curiosity. Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge? Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much

Jamela held a mischievous smirk on her face before delivering her own ultimatum. "What's in it for me?" She tried bargaining. "Well, I could avoid ripping your throat out," I threatened. "Fair enough. Such a dick," she grumbled. "What was that?" I asked knowingly. "Oh, nothing. What do you want to know about them?" She asked sitting on the ground out of sight. "Everything," I answered. "Well, their leader is a she-wolf. From what I heard, she's pretty badass. She's sort of my hero. Somebody needs to show these male munz-watcher lady gongoozlers how it's done!" She dramatically stated. "Interesting choice of words. What else?" I asked impatiently. "Okay, okay! I heard she's after vengeance. I

Dim, eerie light emanated from enchanted orbs suspended in mid-air, illuminating rows upon rows of documents that whispered of betrayal, murder, and secrets kept for centuries. Erika’s eyes widened as she stepped into the room. This is it. The truth is here, screaming to be found. She moved quickly along the narrow aisles, scanning the spines of dusty tomes and faded ledgers. Her pulse raced—not only from the thrill of discovery but from the weight of responsibility. Each document held the potential to shatter The Board’s façade of authority and expose Bor Khulan’s treachery.

It gutted me each time because she shouldn’t feel the need to hide it and to pretend that she was fine. Storm had a bit easier than Octavia did when it came to understanding the nature of a Phoenix wolf because this wasn’t new to her. It had been seen and experienced before in a way that we couldn’t easily comprehend. It wasn’t the first time that Storm was called to risen. And it wouldn’t be the last time. To rise. To fall. To lose. Then to repeat the cycle over and over again. That truth was difficult to comprehend, to wrap my head around. Neither Creed nor I could possible conceive what that sort of eternity was like.

As long as she was with me, it didn’t matter. “The whole Isla and Chance thing is a story for another day.” * The End* Do you want more Dionysus Rising? Let me know if you do and thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading! I love you all ❤️

“Then you’ll live long enough to see us stop it.” He smirked. “We’ll see who evolves first.” Phoenix War Room – That Evening Riley stood at the center of the command interface, a digital map of the world glowing around her. “We’ve located three potential Orbis proxy servers,” she explained. “One in Toronto, embedded in a medical research facility. One in Osaka, inside a defunct crypto-mining operation. And one… in Antarctica.” “Antarctica?” Adrian echoed. “There’s nothing there but ice and military listening posts.”