Dystopian Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Watch his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. We're driving into a trap. A carefully orchestrated trap designed to take Neah. And we have fifty-six minutes to figure out how to spring it without losing her. Ahead, smoke rises on the horizon. Iron Valley is burning. And somewhere in that fire, a scientist who thinks he owns my sister is waiting to collect his prize. Over my dead body.

On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he? Follow Gamma Ty as he seeks to find his way back from hating the woman who cost him something he was destined to have. Will he continue to hate her or will they eventually fall in love? ******** This is just a brief excerpt of what to expect in the next book, The book will follow Ty and his mates as they try to balance love, kids, working together, a few obstacles along the way, and his battle with himself about facing a past he had thought was dead and buried between brothers. Ty was always a family man, faithful to his mate, and he hated that he cheated on her an

The council members waffled on, uninterested my thoughts drifted back to the dream. I was in what had looked like a large library, rows upon rows of old leather-bound books, each one nestled neatly on floor-to-ceiling oak shelves. I turned a corner only to be met with more rows of books and shelves. The library grew bigger and deeper with each turn I made, like a warehouse for the dusty and forgotten stories of history. I kept searching for a door and when I didn’t find one, I became panicked and flustered, only to stop and collect my racing heart, taking in deep breaths and absorbing the musk and dust-filled leather into my lungs. Instead of running, I reached for a book, plucking it from i

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

The overhead lights shifted to a menacing crimson, signaling the building's lockdown. With a deafening thud, all doors slammed shut. Argent, her task complete, moved stealthily from the mansion’s entrance to the next checkpoint at the River border. The only escape route lay in the hands of Mr. Dawson, whose fingerprints were now a gruesome souvenir in Hound's possession—both hands severed and hidden away. The acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air, remnants of a desperate act to keep Daryl from bleeding out. In the center of the room stood the Dawson family, Emily among them, bound and gagged as if they awaited execution, their muffled whimpers slicing through the tense silence.

He had the temerity — the nerve — to say such thing like that and then…disappear like he hadn’t just rearranged my entire thoughts? He had implanted himself so deep into my head, I'm sure I'll think about him for the whole week. “Fantastic,” I whispered to no one. I got up, walking across the living room because standing still felt difficult now. Every time I closed my eyes,I saw his face mere inch apart from mine. His jaw locked. His eyes darting. His breath hitting my mouth like he wanted to devour me, break me in the worst and best ways, but restraining himself. Levi Slate had a thing for creating torture and making it look like discipline.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

And she thinks I don’t see through her. The secrets she hides like armor. The past she pretends never happened. But I know. And if she keeps testing me, I’ll use every piece of it. To own her. To ruin her. To make her mine. She’s not supposed to tempt me. She’s not supposed to survive me. But if she keeps playing with fire...She’s going to learn exactly what it means to burn. •°• Chapter 1 Thea Life is so unfair. I blink back tears as my fingers flex around the steering wheel of my old car.

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.