Middle-grade Dystopias Novels & Stories

Every pack began to hear of the incredible child that had recently been born into the Midnight pack, placing the pack on high alert. Nine months passed and it seemed as though tension with other packs was starting to relax. They seemed to take the news of this child as a gift and not something to fear. Still, security around the small town of Atlas, the home of the Midnight pack, didn’t let up. Patrols were sent out every night, twice as many warriors as there used to be all to ensure the child was kept safe.

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

Third person's P.O.V 2350 A.D The vast blue ocean stretched all over the horizon, coloring the world of the mid realm with its serenity and peace. The scene was truly breathtaking as it was the God's fine work and artistry that made the world of Meniscus happen. Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured.

A ·− N −· Y −·−− B −··· M −− Z −−·· C −·−· O −−− D −·· P ·−−· E · Q −−·− F ··−· R ·−· G −−· S ··· H ···· T − I ·· U ··− J ·−−− V ···− K −·− W ·−− L ·−·· X −··− Thank you all for reading my book hope you all are liking it. This book is the opposite of Utopia and if you know the definition of that…. then you will understand this world. Yet remember there will be holes in this story, and to fill those holes you must use your imagination to fill them in. Sometimes in writing less is more, a mystery even.

Chapter 1: The Start Of Sealing Racist Third Person's Point of View. A girl could be seen in the bedroom. She has this elf ears. It is a sharp, but it's a beautiful creation. Her face is too shimmering that taking a glance of it can strike your eyes with eternal astonishing sight She is sitting in her bed, thinking of how beautiful her face is and how gloomy her life is. She grew up in the kingdom of elf, and she is part of the royal family. Growing as a royal, she beseeches for peace.

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

James laughed. Inside the Perisphere, the tour of the futuristic idealistic city of the next millennia, Democracity, was viewed from revolving balconies that formed sizeable rings suspended above the idealized city. From there, mingled with the rest of the excited fairgoers, they watched a six minute video with Democracity portrayed as the utopian vision. Designed of residential neighborhoods called Pleasantvilles and interspersed with industrial Millvilles in a mixed-use type zoning separated by beautiful fields reserved for agriculture and recreation, it was sterile and clean and promised egalitarian happiness. At the business and industrial hub of Democracity, was The Center, linked by gr