Dystopian Future Books Novels & Stories

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.

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued. ⸻ Nyra standing alone beside the ocean. 🌊 ⸻ Holding a silver book. 📖 ⸻ Inside the book… She saw the future. ⸻ Not one future. ⸻ Every future. ⸻ Millions. ⸻ Billions. ⸻ Trillions. ⸻ And every single one ended the same way. ⸻ Reality died. 💀 ⸻ The dream ended. ⸻ Everything vanished.

Those people consumed a vegetarian-only diet, they loved to sing, and she depicted encounters where they would exchange jewelry made of leather, colorful stones, and beads. Axel realized that he saw a glimpse of the future. He will read this book and find nothing useful. He made a grumpy face. His premonitions so far always came true. Will he really need to waste time reading this book? Instead of pulling the book out of the shelf completely, Axel pushed the book back and waited for some Godly intervention that will force him to read it. His expression changed with every passing second because nothing happened. Was it possible that he saw the future where he read the book, and he didn’t need

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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?

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

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

" The second the words left his mouth, he turned and walked out. Amid the chaos, someone seemed to grab for his hand. Joshua barely noticed. He practically ran all the way home—the apartment he'd shared with Nellie for four years. Before opening the door, he quickly smoothed his hair. Then he stepped inside. The apartment was dark. Completely dark. No matter how late he'd come home before, a light had always been left on for him. Nellie would be curled up on the couch, smiling as she asked if he'd eaten and whether he'd had fun. Now the silence made his heart pound. Then it hit him. Everywhere he looked, there was only his stuff. Nellie's things were gone.