Dystopian Society Novels & Stories

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex Enter at your own risk! The Earth African Continent, Johannesburg Year: 2071 A deadly and extremely contagious synthetized virus breaks out into the world, swiftly taking the lives of millions... The entire society of the planet fastly collapses into a pit of constant war and chaos, reduced to their early ancestors’ primal behavior... Maddened by the fear of facing a violent and excruciatingly painful death caused by the novel virus, Earth’s inhabitants immediately succumb to a reality of savagery, guided by the basic instinct of survival.

It was the sound of a book closing. --- ### The Southern Estate The drive lasted for hours. I sat in the back of the car, staring out the darkened windows. The wasteland of 2026 was a nightmare. I saw ruins of malls, skeletal remains of highways, and groups of "Omegas"—humans who hadn't shifted or had lost their packs—huddled around trash-can fires. This was the "Real World." A world of starvation, hierarchy, and teeth. And then, we crossed a bridge.

Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. “New Haven… it was supposed to be a safe place. A real community. And for a while, it was. But things changed. People got desperate. Power-hungry. It became less about survival and more about control. The leaders—if you can even call them that—started turning on each other. It turned into a war zone.” I felt the ground shift beneath me, my heart sinking. “Why didn’t you say anything before? Why did you let us come all this way?”

"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."

Disappointed in the fact that their food source was compromised, the leaders are eager to bring back the purity of both man and beast. There exists a secret society amongst the wealthy who were able to foresee the loss of the planet to these cannibalistic aliens. They spread the word amongst the rest of their kind and the wealthier humans who weren’t involved in conquering and running earth alongside the aliens escaped to inner earth. The cost of such a venture is considerable, leaving it an option for the wealthy, only. The remaining humans are left to struggle for survival under the thumb of an oligarchy regime.

He seems to have a heart of stone. When he showed me their dungeon, I was completely captivated. Sheems, that's not what I mean. Dungeons served as both storage and prisons. My instinct was to rush inside and free the people, but how? I don’t feel empowered to rescue my mother and myself from this harsh society. They also have basements and bunkers, as well as man-made tunnels for utilities, passage between buildings, and transportation. He is very confident that I will keep this to myself. That’s his fatal mistake—believing I am his other half. Maybe when I get out of here, I’ll reveal everything they’re doing. But of course, that’s only in my mind; I’m not going to jeopardize my mother’s s

And then a plague hit the land and wiped the world of its beautiful palm trees, towering glass buildings, and self-driving machines that can take you to faraway places. The plagues, called the Death Waves, were said to have lasted for decades. The people’s medical system and high-powered machines could not beat their unseen enemy. When the plague finally went away on its own, the Old World became no more. More than half of the world died, and the remaining half killed for survival. In fear of another Death Wave, the people abandoned their societies and hid inside caves and under the ground. They protected themselves and trusted no one. At night, they would sneak unto their neighbors and stea

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.