Dystopian Society Novels & Stories

The novel The Future belongs to the apocalyptic genre, the virus explodes, the human race appears as mutants, the animals begin to dominate the earth, but after the mutant race, it is not death that becomes more powerful. so the animals started to fight, finally humans regained the dominion, started to establish H city, trying to restore world order. The female lead is born a heterogeneous, not created by anything, is a purebred human with a very precious status.

If I could be liked and fulfilled for my fold. I too see. I too want to see the fulfillment of my dream. But reality doesn’t agree to it. My desires carry no worth. There is blood on the walls. Someone has not all night slept. Someone is loud weeping. Someone’s only child is dead. Buried below the earth are many who never slept. Many who above earth weep, for their child is below the earth. All buried. The society doesn’t heal. There is pain. There is panic. I do not believe in any church that stands tall.

It was beautiful, almost too beautiful. She understood now why Aaron had built this place. He had created order where there was only chaos. Safety where there was only fear. But as she looked closer, she noticed the lines he had drawn. The walls didn’t just keep the infected out—they kept most survivors out too. This was a world for the strong, the useful, the ones who could contribute. Not for the broken, the poor, or the desperate families still hiding in the ruins outside. ‘If I stay,’ she thought, ‘I could change that. We could expand. Bring more people in. Give them a chance.’

Then again, he’s not the one exiled and preoccupied with planning a revolution. Still, for a moment I envision a future world where Sinclair is the King of the united packs, and Damon’s regime is a long-forgotten nightmare. In my heart I know this is the kind of society my mate could create as leader; Gabriel’s utopian world could be our own, if only we could take back our home.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

Roland couldn't help but wonder how the author had managed to expose this dark underbelly of their seemingly civilized society. "The author doesn't mince words," Roland murmured, his brow furrowed in thought. "He boldly declares the entire concept of nobility to be a poison, hindering the Empire's progress." The book argued that the rigid social structure, which denied commoners access to education and opportunities, stifled the potential of the vast majority of the population.

Including the request from him that request the Emperor to meet him at his place, even if the emperor of this generation didn't have much political power, he was still the emperor at the end of the days. But from the information, all of them got from Major Shen and the soldiers who went to the otherworld told them that the other side of society is the society with the rule of the jungle. Of course, there’s the law that governs the society but law can only be used to a certain extent and couldn’t be forced on the people who are too strong and could level a mountain with their bare hand.

Women had it easy, the ugly looking man thought. They just had to open their legs wide and they could get free meals. They only had to stay docile within their caged thrones as consequence. Men like him had to lie, steal, kill and bleed to have a chance at life in these wastelands. Equality was a dream of fools. It does not exist. At least, not in this world. "It's an ugly world. Maybe even uglier than I am. Hahaha!" the ugly looking man thought as he waited for the wide eyed boy before him to get over his stunned state. He believed that the boy was a smart one. The boy will eventually make the right decision.

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

​The air in the "Deleted Scenes" bin didn't just smell of wet ink; it tasted of ozone and the cold, metallic tang of a failed future. As the bookstore reality collapsed above them—the sound of Julian’s typewriter dying like a stuttering heart—Nora hit the floor of the Dystopian Sector. ​The ground wasn't made of wood or grass. It was a shifting mosaic of rusted steel and discarded data-slabs. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, choked by the "Narrative Smoke" of a thousand abandoned plotlines.