Dystopian Utopia Novels & Stories

I couldn't help myself and that word escaped my lips. "Whoa" I heard the others mumble when their eyes fell on the wonder that I was seeing. "Amazing isn't it?" Said the large dude standing in front of another group of 10 hybrids. A Utopia, like a fairytale land stood behind them. It was a whole hidden city in the middle of nowhere in Africa. Huge skyscrapers, surrounded by beautiful green vegetation, concrete roads and buildings. It was like fucking Wakanda!! "I apologize for any inconvenience you might've faced on your way here" The large man standing at the center of the group said.

Her eyes were mischievous light making her youthful yet deadly in their eyes. " you are truly bold to say such words in front of my face. Is this what the Rose district had been teaching their youth? This delicateness had been corrupted with such impurity?" Her soft spoken words was a slap towards the lady's face. "You, you insolent! Who are you to speak such words to this lady?!" Her screechy voice was making their ears ring. "Who am I? In the eleven districts established by the ancestors of God, the goddess had thoroughly pieced, you are truly unaware of my importance? Such a trash..." Utopia smiled yet it was not a smile.

If there’s one to blame for their massive loss, it’s Iyaz and Iyaz alone. “Cipher should suffer in HELL” “Ciphers should die” “Their leader should die. He should suffer, he killed many people.” These were the words you could hear on every person that was living in Utopia. Their no-good leader stood once again in front of them, high and mighty like an alpha wolf on its pack. “Ciphers used their advantage on weaponry, unlike us that we are trying to live in peace, but they forged their arms against us so that we can lose many more people and have our faction go down to the lowest ranking.”

Too dead. Its new target is inevitable. The Council’s last bastion. A place they called the Zenith. A utopia of absolute order. A thousand worlds moving in perfect, silent synchrony. No crime. No conflict. No unwanted growth. A masterpiece of control. A cancer of perfection, in the Gardener’s eyes.

Jax asked. “A world,” I said slowly, “where no one can be turned into what I was without understanding exactly what they’re giving up. Where no one’s brain gets rewritten for someone else’s convenience. Where the tools we built either die or are leashed so hard they can’t be abused without setting off every alarm we can design.” “And what happens to Kane in this utopia?” Lucien asked. “For clarity.” “He loses everything he built on my mind,” I said. “And he gets to live with knowing I was the one who tore it down.”