Dystopia Rising Database Novels & Stories

Vivian demanded a manuscript. The mysterious enemy demanded a key. And Dewangga? He wanted only one thing—to hear Sarah’s breathing again with his own ears, not through a horrifying digital distortion. So he began to write. But not the narrative of Surya Group’s rise that Vivian demanded. He wrote a plan. Every word he etched onto the page was a code—a carefully constructed storyline designed to trap both sides fighting over him.

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes. Phoenix fell on her heels and tried to scramble away from the ferocious sight of the beast rising on its legs, for the first time it rose to its full height completely throwing Goyre’s throne off its back. Smoke poured from its nostrils. Its claws dug into the metal floor. Patry lifted her hands to the awoken dragon. In her palm, the blood which had resonated light was now replaced with 12 small leathery eggs. “W-what are those?”

This is strange, why would he let an omega like me walk beside him? I bite my lower lip to stop myself from conjuring fantasies again and focus on the muddy path that will lead us to Ezekiel’s residence. Ezekiel’s territory is not exactly the most decent of areas; the village streets are riddled with abandoned ramshackle buildings and broken windows that seem to stare at us with hollow eyes. Many of the villagers have fled for greener pastures and I do not blame them. By this time, the sun has risen, gracing the face of the earth with its warm orange glows. The remaining villagers have awoken and little children with tousled hair peek out from the windows and dilapidated doors before their m

Lethe was confused; clearly she didn’t find her statement humorous because it’s the truth. Ms Reina began to speak, "I’m really glad about the way everyone handled this revelation. It’s now time I tell all of you the truth. As you all know, Lethe here is responsible for reincarnating Eris into me. The reason behind her ploy is because Moros and Eris have struck a deal and decided to raise Tartarus. Moros, being the daemon of doom, thirsts to witness destruction and chaos while Eris, the goddess of strife, can’t wait to see the mortals suffer. Together, they will release catastrophe over the mortal realm. Eris is the key to raising Tartarus; as the queen of Asphodel or also known as Dalaket,

VERITY I followed behind Usel, her long brown hair swaying side to side in front of me. She didn’t say a word, and neither had Shamshiel as I had left the room; however, I felt his eyes on my back as I had departed. Instead of being uncomfortable it felt normal, as if him having his eyes trained on me was as normal as breathing. I noted this in my mind but didn’t want to consider what it meant for me. Down and down, we went, the stairs spiraling even deeper underground, the walls gradually becoming rougher and rougher. Clearly, we were headed to a prison of some sorts, the dampness in the air and smell of human waste made that apparent enough. I covered my nose in an effort not to gag at the

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

They would neither be associated with nor their offspring, as no one would have a seed of disloyalty in their midst. Now, if you tell me that was a profound and funny thing was how really old the book was looking and so big. It was pretty heavy. Was the book filled up? Caelum instantly went to the back pages and started browsing. There were many empty pages waiting to be filled up with defaulters' names. He sighed and checked to see just how many were after that his mom. She was the last one currently and had some notes attached to her name. He decided to read the first few persons' cases and see what they had done so that he could weigh out his mother's crime and what she was done.