High Rise Dystopian Novels & Stories

I call out, moving away from Drax who wouldn't let go off my hand. “To take a walk outside.Oh and yeah Drax, I hope your height helps you deal with those waiting outside the Mansion to know who killed their Alpha” That boy smirks before disappearing right before our eyes. “What the fuck” Drax muttered. “A kid just roasted you” Zion says, sounding amused to which Drax groans in annoyance. “For the record, that kid is a shadow walker that could very much snap my neck by just looking in my eyes and what were you doing all this time, quietly watching like a coward in the back”

Dear Calla and Ethan, Now you have to go to Pennsylvania. Where a young girl is troubled by a jinn called Azmar. His boyfriend Kev knows nothing, what is going on with his girlfriend. Azmar isn't a good jinn. He possesses innocent girls. He rapes them and takes them with him. He throws them into hell. This is how he is getting stronger. Before he would take Natasha too, go and kill him. And make sure he is burned with the tree of the dead, so the other dead girls would be free from his hold in hell. He does it for a demon. Once he is dead the demon will be dead too. I hope you will be able to save Natasha.

Despite all the cold shoulders and mistreatment at home, I managed to keep up with my schoolwork and was accepted into a top high school. Meanwhile, after being sent to a neighboring city, Amy spiraled out of control without any parental supervision. Her poor grades dropped even further, and she ended up at a vocational school. She started coming home less often, and when she did, it was only to ask her parents for money. By the end of my freshman year, Nancy got pregnant. Given her age, it was considered a high-risk pregnancy, and Charles treated the situation very seriously.

*** Not by fate. *** By the four most dangerous women in the academy. *** And this time— They weren’t playing by the old rules. 🩸 Darius Welch and Alice Skye Meer to discuss other plans since his attempt with Inceptex Failed ### Chapter 110: Contingencies The city never truly slept. But this part of it— This level— Didn’t belong to the city at all. *** Glass stretched from floor to ceiling, overlooking a skyline drowned in gold and shadow. The room was silent, insulated from the world below—no traffic, no voices, no consequence.

The struggle to get up the stairs was real. The women were so unbelievably weak, their legs shaking, it took forever for most of them to even lift their legs high enough to climb the stairs. The idea that they should all just pick up a girl and carry her up the stairs, coming back for a second entered Rain’s mind, but they couldn’t carry them all the way outside, so it seemed pointless to take them up the stairs when they’d still have to manage to get out of the building.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

‎ ‎"Yes! The tallest skyscraper in Elite City, built in just five years. They’re richer than rich and basically run the whole city. It’s impossible to even get near them. They’re so secretive." ‎

"They said it might rain later, but the forecast's been wrong all week." I responded minimally. Nods. Brief affirmations. Playing the role of bored temp worker who didn't particularly care about small talk but was too polite to be rude. Inside, my heart was pounding so hard I was sure Randy could hear it. The Ruins district gave way to cleaner streets. Then nicer neighborhoods. Then the Spire district itself, where gleaming towers of steel and glass reached toward the sky, each building more impressive than the last. Wealth. Power. The kind of casual prosperity that made my entire existence feel insignificant by comparison.

Maura gasped with the idea. "Open a portal huge enough to raise Tartarus," continued Lowan. "He plans to raise hell," I concluded.

The moans outside became the screams from the apartment complex, the desperate, final sounds of people being betrayed not just by the dead, but by the living. The bastards. The Raiders. The memory of them was a fresh wound, ripped open by the stress of the present. They hadn’t just been survivors; they’d been predators. They had set up their little kingdom in the high-rise apartments, luring people in with promises of safety, only to enslave them, rob them, and sacrifice them to the dead when it suited them. They had tried to kidnap me, seeing me as a resource, a thing. They had succeeded in taking Carlos’s wife and, Amanda, a loss that had carved a permanent hollow in the big man’s soul all