Novel & Cerita Dystopian Future

"I have put up with you boys hurting each other for far too long!, it is a very dark time for us all. Henry needs all the help he can get or we're all doomed. Do you even understand that?" I have been way too hung with trying to find my mate that I did forget the real consequences of this whole war. Black lotus getting control over the entire werewolf community. I shiver at the thought, it seems like a scary dystopian future, only that its no longer a far "future" but could happen in a matter of days.

She exhaled deeply, then continued on their walk across the park. The thought of quintillions of people separated from their natural world filled her. She imagined it was something like a kind of trauma, but one that existed on a generational scale, and could be measured across centuries. The thought crossed her mind that maybe that’s why the Drogar seemed so aggressive - they were far removed from nature, and the only places that had them at all were prisons. It was the same with the Federation. The Earth was practically barren, and had been covered in buildings. Every time she visited, she found people to be generally more miserable than the people in her old Earth.

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?

Only futures waiting to be explored. Her phone buzzed one last time.Clara.“The archive has no endpoint.”Everlyn typed back.“Neither does humanity.”The response took longer than usual.Then finally:“Perhaps that is the same thing.”Everlyn stared at the message.At the city.At the endless possibilities unfolding beyond the glass.And for the first time since all of this began she stopped thinking about where humanity was going.Because maybe the destination had never been the point.Maybe survival depended on preserving the ability to imagine destinations that didn't exist yet.And somewhere inside the ever growing Archive of Possibilities billions of futures waited.Not to be chosen.Not to be predic

“You’re not a victim in this. I’ve seen the reports, the footage from the campus. You didn’t just survive the outbreak—you thrived in it. Those zombies… they listened to you.” Akin tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Did they?” Erickson leaned forward, his expression dark. “What are you, Akin?” For a moment, Akin said nothing. He let the silence stretch, enjoying the discomfort on Erickson’s face. Then, he leaned forward as far as his restraints allowed, his eyes gleaming with something feral. “I’m the future,” he said softly. --- Erickson leaned back, his face unreadable. “The future, huh? And what does this future look like? A world overrun by the undead? Millions dead? Is that your gran

Drake can't believe it himself. Time travel seems to be banned even in the distant future. If he can't find a timeline when it's legal, Celine can't give birth to their child. He thought that it would be easy to find that timeline. But he's already in the year 2050 now. The world looks like a wasteland during this time. It's not a good place to live anymore since the law and order are not implemented. People are also more evil during this timeline. As if they no longer believe in being a good person. Everyone wants to harm one another.

No other creatures must govern the earth, not anything or anyone who wishes to destroy it. In this story, the humanoids reflect no other than the greediness of anyone who does not care for the environment. Technology is on its advanced breakthroughs, gaining powerful regime. They are humanoids in their act of evil plans, causing harm to the people of the world. The people are at risk at present and in the futures. Deprivation of freedom is one way to overpower them. Sad reality to accept that the earth belongs to those who can get the power and be manipulative. Somehow the people feel the longing for the “cure” to be found. It seemed like they are locked in their invisible cages, not knowin

She was trying to reach her, but her bas**** ex was holding her, keeping her from using water ability to save her. When the meteorites scattered across the globe, some people developed abilities almost the same time the undead appeared. The sky was bright red, explosions, screams in every direction. Chills crawl on her back, recalling what would happen a year from now. Her revenge for every suffering will be done slowly because preparing for the approaching apocalypse matters more. In the future, food and water will be scarce. Guns will be more valuable than gold and jades. There will be safe military and clan bases emerging but still needed some points from working and trading for food.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

They were ghosts. Sebastian pulled up the collar of his coat. The rain here tasted like metal and ozone. He looked at the skyline across the bay. Tokyo wasn't just a city anymore. It was a circuit board. Towering holograms of Nakamura Corp danced in the sky—giant geishas holding microchips, dragons made of fiber optics. "Welcome to the future," Jack spat, adjusting his backpack (filled with C4, not souvenirs). "I hate it." "Keep your heads down," Sebastian warned, scanning the perimeter. "Takeshi Nakamura has turned this city into a panopticon. The Eye of Tokyo sees everything."