High Rise Dystopian Novelas e Histórias

Below us, Lagos looked like a circuit board on fire—neon signs flickering, transport tubes stalling, and the desperate citizens of the slums looking up at a sky that had turned a bruised, electrical purple. As we climbed higher, the air grew thin and clinical. The "Grit" was being replaced by the "Ozone" of the elite. We passed the floating gardens of the High-Administrators, places where the grass was genetically modified to glow silver and the water ran in gravity-defying loops. To them, the war in the refinery was just a flickering news report on a glass screen. To me, it was the end of the world. "Dreadnought slowing down," Jago signaled. "They're docking. Top-level hangar, Section Alpha

The High District was a city built on top of a city. It sat on massive concrete pylons that rose above the smog of the Lower District. Up here, the air was scrubbed clean by giant fans. The streets were paved with white stone. The people moved with a quiet, expensive grace. They didn't look at the shadows. They didn't have to. Lydia sat in the back of the van. Case had managed to skin the vehicle in a holographic wrap that made it look like a high-end grocery delivery truck. He sat in the front, his face pale in the glow of three different tablets.

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

I felt the rush of fear from Emmi a moment before I felt power unlike anything I’ve ever felt before flow through my body. That was followed closely by a burning fury that rushed through my veins as Phoenix’s mind snapped into my consciousness. I knew before I saw her that Phoenix had risen and that the battle was here. I raced out of class, rushing to her and had tripped when I saw her flaming body in the sky. She is utterly and completely gorgeous. Then, my own fear brought me back to reality as hybrids and laboratory dragons all shifted and launched into the air to fight her.

Mia shivered in my kitchen while Gram gave her the once over. I didn't have the time to coddle the Dumont leader, not while Demetrius linked his mind to me to show where we were going. "A high rise?" The looming sky scraper towered over a city I didn't know. My fear of heights triggered as he swooped my view toward the base of the building, flinching as we almost impacted it only to fly upwards like some mental roller coaster, passing row after row of windows as his mind led mine all the way to the top.

The high spires of the Starfall Dominion loomed out of the midnight mist like a fortress of glass and black iron. Rhys’s private luxury compound occupied the highest precipice, looking down on the glittering neon cityscape of the corporate sector below. When the VTOL settled onto the rooftop pad, Agnes was immediately escorted down a private glass elevator and into her new reality. Her quarters weren't a cell, but they felt like one. The sprawling suite was an opulent, high-tech sanctuary of polished obsidian and cream velvet, featuring a sweeping panoramic balcony and a digital console built into the wall.

On Top of a High-Rise – Antonio Overlooking the City Hours later, Antonio stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper, gazing at the city below. The flickering lights of New York stretched endlessly, a mesmerizing contrast between beauty and corruption. From this height, everything looked calm—untouched by the war raging in the shadows. But Antonio knew better. This city was a battlefield. His world was built on blood, betrayal, and power. And now, Nuovo Ordine wanted to challenge him. A smirk ghosted over his lips, but his eyes were dark with deadly intent. “Let them try,” he muttered under his breath.

There’s pain in my chest and I’m starting to hyperventilate. “Oh, Rach, darling,” he drawls, getting closer to my cell. “It’s so nice to see how excited you are to see me again.” A deep growl rips through the space but all he does is laugh. “Oh! I had heard you reeled in… a puppy. How cute,” he says in a condescending tone. “Too bad you can’t keep him.” My stomach drops. What exactly are these people all doing together? What do they want from each other?

~Darius POV~ The city pulsed around me like a living thing, all concrete veins and neon blood, but inside my apartment on the fifteenth floor of a crumbling high-rise in downtown Chicago, I was king of my own shadowed empire. Darius Kane, thirty-four, software engineer by day, architect of forbidden fantasies by night. The skyline glittered through my floor-to-ceiling windows, but I kept the blinds half-drawn, letting in just enough light to chase away the ghosts without illuminating my secrets.

‘Drink this. "Oh, he's hilarious." I crumpled the note and drank the water anyway because my head was still pounding. We drove through the city, away from my neighborhood with its corner stores and food trucks, into the part of town where buildings got taller and shinier and people wore suits that cost more than my entire wardrobe. The car pulled up to a high-rise that was all glass and steel and intimidation.The driver opened my door. "Top floor." I scoffed. "Wouldn't want to be accessible to us common folk."