High Rise Dystopian Novels & Stories

He was such a coward to send his mother to break up with me. I better sleep and tomorrow, I will do what brought me here, I will keep my head down. Because I need this job so much. I can’t allow him to get in my head and make me ruin my cooking. *** We wake up so early to prepare everything, the same omega comes to show us our kitchen space. It’s weird that every omega I meet is new, even the guards. I don’t know anyone here, this place seems to have changed so much now that I look at it. The plants and grasses are all dead, the training area is full of grass, only to indicate that there hasn’t been anyone training of late. I don’t want to ask anything, I can’t risk anyone finding out who I

"But they aren't looting, Elena. They’re... they’re cleaning. They’re treating the High-Rise like a museum of a dead civilization." ​The First Law of the Ash ​Elena turned away from the crater, her silver blades catching the morning light. She looked at the thousands of expectant faces, the miners, the mothers, the soldiers. They were waiting for a command. They were waiting for a new "Alpha." ​"We aren't moving into the High-Rise," Elena declared, her voice carrying across the silent plaza. "The High-Rise was built on the 'Subscription-Standard.' It was built on the idea that some people deserve to breathe while others deserve to choke. We are leaving the ivory towers as they are, a reminde

Everyone turned against me. Isabelle, the leader of the demon hunters, called me in. She said she wanted to protect me, but even she couldn't guarantee her own safety. I looked up at her without fear and met her eyes straight on. "Once, werewolves and vampires oppressed us, so humans fought back. Now, men are oppressing us. Why don't you fight back too? Do you really think that if you give me up today, they'll just let it go?" I laughed coldly. "No, they won't. They'll only take more and more, eating away at the space women have to live. From that point of view, men are no different from werewolves or vampires."

Richard waves, already distracted by the wine list. I walk calmly through the restaurant, but the moment I'm out of sight, I change route and head straight for what I hope leads to the top of the restaurant. I find the stairs and climb quickly, my pulse racing with each step. Fortunately, there’s no sign of security and I go ahead to slide the glass open. The rooftop is breathtaking—open air with elegant coverings, lush plants, and a view of the city that's probably stunning at sunset. But I barely notice any of it, Because there he is. Cole MayRidge.

The nurse gasped as she reread the address and raised her eyes again to look at the captivating residential area. A cluster of eight identical high-rise towers stood side by side, colored dark gray, with balconies full of flower pots. Greenery all around them. There were benches scattered on the compound, parks across from each tower with swings, and slides. A woman walked past them with a Diór bag and their eyes popped out of their socket.

The people dying on her screens were strangers, their suffering a distant echo of a world she had already left behind. She zoomed in on the downtown core, where the last pockets of resistance were making their final stand. A group of survivors had barricaded themselves inside a high-rise office building, their heat signatures visible through the thermal imaging. They were well-armed, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. They had food and water, supplies they had looted from the surrounding stores. But they were trapped, surrounded by the frozen wasteland, with no way to escape.

HUNTER’s POV MOMENTS BEFORE THE HOWL Ezekiel’ residence looms ahead of me. He lives in a pristine colonial-style mansion with an endless sea of trimmed lawn and fancy cars; a stark contrast to the muddly slums the villagers around him survive in. My lips curl downwards into a snarl and I shake my head in disgust. It is people like Ezekiel who give werewolves a bad name. Liam joins me, having combed parts of the village streets already. He shakes his head when he sees me looking at him.

The man who had turned her world upside down. Her phone buzzed on the desk, snapping her out of her thoughts. She reached for it, her heart leaping in her chest when she saw his name flash on the screen. It was a simple message: Meet me at the penthouse at 7 PM. Don’t be late. Isabella’s breath hitched. The penthouse. They had been there before, during their moments of quiet privacy, but every time she stepped into that world, it felt like she was walking deeper into something she couldn’t escape. The sheer opulence of the space, the commanding view of the city skyline—it all reflected the power and control Alexander held over everything, including her.

"They’ve jammed the public elevator shafts and wired the main stairwells with proximity mines. Victoria is desperate. She’s got a heavy private chopper warming up on the helipad. She’s burning files as we speak." "We don't go through the stairs," the mechanical, freezing rasp of the voice modulator cut in from the backseat. Aria looked up, her masked face fixing onto the rearview mirror, meeting my eyes through the glass. "Victoria expects a frontal breach. The high-rise has an external window-washing track running down the western face. If we override the mechanical hoist from the roof of the adjacent parking structure, we can swing directly into the penthouse balcony. Zero is already tappi

Victoria Fontaine sat in her high-rise office, the city sprawled beneath her like a kingdom waiting to be seized. The dim glow of the skyline reflected off the pristine glass walls, but her mind was fixed elsewhere—on the chaos she had set in motion. With Ethan Coldwell dancing to her tune, Damien and Aurora on the run, and the drive destroyed, she had successfully eliminated the most immediate threats to her dominance. Yet, something nagged at her, an unease she couldn’t shake.