Dystopian Novels & Stories

The caves were Martian territories, newly modified by Humans who found succour, living in peaceful co-existence with the Martians amidst the violent chaos outbreak that drained all positive energy on ‘Dystopia’, the new world after the apocalypse. The inhabitants of Dystopia were classified into three major categories of species which includes: the Human race who were originally from planet Earth, the Martians who came from planet Mars, as well as the vicious Erisians originally from the dwarf planet Eris. Unlike the Martians who look like giant versions of Humans, the Erisians are more of extraterrestrial creatures who look absolutely nothing like Humans. Outside of these three main categor

—the Dystopian genre didn't offer the cushioned reality of a Romance. ​"The Sovereign does not have a mother," Leo said, his voice a haunting, multi-tonal resonance. "The Sovereign has a Function. You are a 'Legacy Error' from a canceled volume. Your presence increases the 'Narrative Bloat.' You must be trimmed." ​He raised his hand, and the scrap metal around Nora began to groan. Rusted girders and sharp wires rose like a forest of thorns, closing in on her. ​The Return of the God of War

Humans always protect the environment, while doing the opposite makes the environment worse and worse. Humans have gradually eroded and destroyed a place once home to millions of other species. And it is also people who make the seemingly impossible things obvious and become the most normal. The beginning of a crime is a destructive ambition. The more complete the material, the easier it is for people to fall into terrible desires that they no longer can turn back. Daisy City is a famous imperial city. Night

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

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, she thought. Kristina and Roxan proceed to the parking lot and leave. While driving Roxan teases her Madam, "Madam, it seems that Mr. Gracer likes you." "Dear, men are polygamous in nature. They were born that way. And in our industry particularly in sales, they have the same color. They all have a sweet tongue. So be very careful." Kristina said. "You mean Madam, you don't like him. He seems so gorgeous and yummy!" Roxan excitedly said to her.

"How dark your life is!" "Sorry," Hyomi said briefly, still with his flat attitude. She didn't want to add to the trouble with this capricious man. Tch! Why do I have to do such a ridiculous thing. Memorize the song and its creator? You are crazy! XD has immense popularity. In fact, almost all XD-L in this world are able to memorize XD's songs and their creators. No doubt, if Jun calls Hyomi's life dark. Always living in a pile of manuscripts.

"will be crushed.” Something was cooking inside my body, urging me to burst out into raging flames. This was more than some savage riot; this was Alex's vision of the future-the sick, dark future. A future where wolves like him ruled with terror and pain, and humans were prey. That was not going to happen. I wouldn't let that happen. "You are insane," I spat. "This isn't about wolves or humans. This is about your obsession with power.".

†† Dalia Grey She didn't know how she woke up or even how she'd gotten home, the visions had assaulted her in waves, plunging her into despair, horrible visions they were, twisted and warped in every possible way always ending with her dying in crude despicable ways. She'd awoken much earlier than her counterpart and had begun blindly stumbling home, that's when the incidents begun it started out with everyone she'd seen, all gazing at her like she'd grown sixteen fricking heads, staring mesmerized at something about her, treating her like she was a damned goddess Needless to say, she'd spent no money coming home and that was an added advantage, but she was much too conflicted to care, confl

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.