High Rise Dystopian Novels & Stories

All her life Daphne had always been a city girl she was born, raised, and would probably die in the city. Any times she previously took a drive outside the city, was usually in the day time or she had slept. So the view that lay in front of her struck her down to the core. When the elevator came to a stop the doors had opened revealing a rooftop garden like nothing she had ever seen. A river stretched across the rooftop, on one side there was a pool that looked similar to a tropical beach. Beautiful assortment of flower filled the grassy area with the occasional tree underneath the largest one was a small clearing and a bench. flowing out from the elevator a stone path that connected to a sm

Every step taken by the evolving population was deliberate, even when it appeared uncertain. Elena adjusted her pace as they entered a district that had once been densely populated. Now it felt hollow, not because it was empty, but because its purpose had shifted. The figures here did not cluster in open spaces. They occupied layers. Rooftops, alleys, interiors. Vertical movement replaced horizontal flow. “They are using elevation,” Elena said. “Yes,” Adrian replied. “That gives them advantage.” “And visibility,” he added. Elena’s eyes moved upward. Several silhouettes shifted along the edges of a broken building, watching them from above. Their posture was controlled, balanced, not erratic.

The man stood with his back to Andrew, both hands resting on the balcony railing as he gazed out over the entire city. Petyr said casually, "Since you came from far away, my friend, do you find the City of Hope beautiful?" Andrew replied flatly, "It's got nothing to do with beauty. It's filthy, chaotic, and violent. The upper class is crushing everyone below, and the bottom tiers are backstabbing each other in a constant fight to survive." Petyr, wrapped in red robes and barefoot, seemed to pause for a moment, then laughed. "You've got guts. But that alone isn't enough to make me spare you."

Layla stared at him, confused. Rhea hissed, turned away from the weird couple and started out into the snow. She was going to keep watch for the rest of the night. She knew that she couldn’t sleep in that cottage no matter what happened. As a child, she had grown to hate confined spaces after she watched her mum spend all her life in a dungeon. The last time she had opted to stay in a cottage with Xavier, things had not gone very well for them. They had ended up bumping into some men from her pack who wanted to kill Xavier and rape her, but luckily for the both of them, Jimin and Layla had shown up and things had quickly gone their way. She wondered why Layla was comfortable with sleeping in

Alexander and Jax found one in the wreckage of a lower-tier hangar, its carbon-fiber hull scorched but its magnetic treads still functional. As they ascended, the city began to shrink beneath them. From this height, the Northern Basin looked like a small, green thumbprint on a vast, white canvas of salt. Alexander watched the horizon, where the grey of the smog met the bruised purple of the winter sky. He could feel the altitude in his lungs, a thinness that reminded him of the "Digital Ascension" he had performed during the Icarus crisis. "Everything looks so small from up here," Jax muttered, his hands white-knuckled on the Sky-Jack’s controls. "It’s hard to remember that down there, peopl

Every corner seemed to hold a new surprise, a new glimpse into a world of luxury and magnificence. Daniel tugged on Abigail's sleeve, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mom, can we explore every room? I want to see what's behind every door!" Abigail smiled, embracing their curiosity. "No, isn't our home just calm down? As they ventured through the rooms, guided by their uncle's staff, each space seemed to unfold a new story. From elegant ballrooms to cozy libraries, they were immersed in a world of enchantment and wonder. As they reached the third floor, Abigail felt a tightness in her chest. Doubt clouded her mind as she wondered if the billionaire Michael was the same man she had a one-n

“He wanted you unsettled.” “He’s obsessed with control,” Emma corrected quietly. A muscle shifted in Rowan’s jaw. “Yes.” Neither spoke for several seconds. Outside the glass walls, the executive floor had mostly emptied now. Only scattered lights remained across the building. Emma finally exhaled slowly and leaned back into her chair. “He’s escalating.” Rowan’s voice stayed calm. “I know.” And somehow— that certainty frightened her more than panic would have.

I would always win. The game was on, and I was ready. Bring it on, Maya. Bring it on. (Third person POV) Maya's eyes scanned the surrounding area, her mind racing with fear. She knew she had to get out of there, to find a safe place to think and plan her next move. But where could she go? As she walked, the city seemed to grow darker and more menacing. The skyscrapers loomed above her, their peaks shrouded in mist. Maya felt like she was being watched, like Erebus was waiting for her around every corner.

Lana I stood before the tall skyscraper in front of me. It was one of the biggest hotels in the country, owned by the popular and renowned Molkov family. Thinking back to the past, I realized this was where I met Magnus. He was a part-timer. Although I couldn't secure a job here back then because I had no qualifications, Magnus ended up losing his job. Now I'm back here again, where everything began. Not as the old Lana who became a slave to her husband.

“She must first go through all the rites expected of a matron, and then after her ascension, she must die as last blood of Osoro. I’m sure that is what they are after too.” Her shock granted her an iota of courage and she moved towards him. “But she- I-” “Don’t worry, you won’t have to do the killing,” he said gruffly. The set look on his face made her bite back any arguments she had within her. It was not her place to question him or his decisions, but she could not but help feel conflicted. “I- she-” He began again. He appeared before her seemingly without any movement. He was so fast!