Dystopian Future Books Novels & Stories

“Yes, we risk making it boring. But, I think Mr. Rick will appreciate an organized paper rather than a messy one. Besides, we can pick two interesting works.” “What do you have in mind?” he asks softly. For no reason, his mellow voice and cooperativeness give my heart a certain jittery. It slowly starts pounding in a fluttering way. My expression softens considerably and so does my voice. “What about 1984 and Brave New World? Both are dystopian novels, but the societies described in each book are different. We can discuss the social orders and their influence on the societies.” That’s when I hear a long heavy sigh. He twirls his pen and looks up at me, revealing his sharp handsome features.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

"We call it the Eye. It lets you see something from the future through a series of dreams. Your dreams, my child, are hints from the future." I still could not process what she's saying. "So... are you saying I have some sort of... superpowers?" "I... I guess," Lady Dahlia responded, her eyes clouded with fear. If it is a superpower, then that's a good thing, right? Right? "Lady Dahlia? Is something wrong?" I asked, worried in the fear I see in her eyes. I can feel her body tense up. "The world is not generous, Eli. If it gives you something, then it wants something in return," she said.

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convey just how grateful I am to every single one of you. Your votes, your gifts, your comments, even your silent presence have helped me in ways you can’t imagine. Thank you so much for sticking with me and for believing in me. I see every one of you and I love you so much. This isn’t goodbye though!! I started a new book!!! Some of you probably already saw it by now. It’s completely different from this book and honestly, I’m really excited about it. It’s about a dystopian world where humans exist for one purpose — to be bred by wolves.

CHAOS’ POV I let my mind wander back to all that has happened today, the unending catching up and what not. In as much as it felt good to be alive, it didn’t help that this place awakened bad memories for me and to make matters worse, my innocent son, okay my semi-innocent son Xavier was here in this infested pack.

There was nothing in the world she’d want to see that wasn’t readily available on her tablet, was there? Except there probably was. After seeing the book Mist had found, Rain realized there was likely a lot out there to see. Not only might they find more books that would give them an indication of what the world had really been like before the war and the Claiming, there was a chance they could run into other people, people whose history had not been manipulated to paint the Motherhood in a perfect light. What if she found out everything she’d believed for her entire life was wrong?

"And what’s that, exactly?" Damien’s gaze was steady. "The future of humanity." Silence. Ayesha’s grip on her gun tightened. "You mean soldiers." Damien shook his head. "More than soldiers. Leaders. Enforcers. The next generation of the world. Faster, stronger, smarter… and most importantly?" He exhaled. "Completely obedient." Zayn muttered a curse under his breath. "That’s some dystopian nightmare sh*t." Damien gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah. But it’s real."

The stranger at the train yard—herself. She thought of fire. Of ash. Of the way the future loomed closer with every page. And for the first time, Ava asked herself a question she wasn’t sure she wanted answered: What if the letters weren’t here to save her? What if they were here to break her?

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and