Modern Dystopian Novels & Stories

Chapter 59: I Wanted You Before the World Fell Apart The city had already begun to fracture before she even arrived. Screens flickered in the windows of shattered skyscrapers, ads glitching in neon and static. Traffic lights blinked uselessly, drones spun in spirals before plummeting into craters in the streets, and somewhere, a server farm groaned as power grids failed in jerking, digital screams. Vaethea felt the hum of electromagnetic pulses against her skin, the subtle resonance of collapsed networks vibrating beneath her boots. Every street was alive with the death of infrastructure, every billboard a warning in pixels she didn’t need to read: the world was unraveling, and it was person

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint

From a distance, he looked inside to see what was happening. He was vexed by what he saw, the city seemed to be advanced much technologically than any other place he has ever been to. He saw the city full of teenagers who seemed full of life, they were busy doing their own things, they appeared happier than any other place he has ever witnessed, but from his inner abilities, he saw they were crying tears of blood which made him frightened.

she asked. Aaron looked at her calmly. “Do what?” “Act like a gentleman during the apocalypse.” That faint smile appeared again. “Only around you.” Natasha immediately looked away before he could see the effect of that answer. The drive through New Haven was peaceful. The deeper they traveled beyond the central district, the more Natasha noticed how structured everything truly was. Security towers stood positioned strategically along the roads. Automated drones occasionally crossed overhead. Power grids illuminated entire streets without interruption. This was not survival anymore. This was civilization rebuilding itself. Eventually the city lights behind them began fading as Aaron drove far

This led to many dying of starvation. Zane was filthy from his travels covered in dirt and grime from years of being alone in a world where society and civilization had disappeared. He would naturally have a scent the Pales could smell but he negated that by brushing dirt on himself. He’s walking into a city to scavenge food. He has to be quick and find it before nightfall. The Pales’ city packs could get to be thirty to forty large, to his knowledge at least. Upon entering the city he walked past the towering skyscrapers of former business and apartments.

Sora felt the heat in his marrow receding, replaced by a bone deep fatigue that made his vision swim. Vardan dropped Dante onto the floor like a pile of unwanted rags. The old man crawled toward the edge of the shattered window, his charcoal suit ruined by the wind and the spray of the black rain. Dante looked out at the dead city, his eyes searching for a pulse of blue light that would never return. "You have no idea what you have done," Dante wheezed. His voice was thin, stripped of its authority. "Without the network, the mutation in the Shifter clans will accelerate. You have doomed them all to madness."

“What is it?” “It used to be one of the biggest cities in Texas, in the United States,” Mist said. “It was called Dallas-Fort Worth. It’s part of no-man’s land now, the area closest to Oklasaw where some survivors attempted to resettle after the war. The Mothers waged war against them, wanting a bigger buffer between themselves and the rest of the world, particularly when it was unclear exactly how many men had survived the purge and capture techniques undergone after the war had ended and women seized control. Michaela originally wanted to rule the entire former United States, but she was only able to keep a small part of it, and since the world was desperately looking for energy sources, s

Everybody has an aura of politeness, making her comfortable walking to the exclusive elevator of Hard Core. Ding..... Good day. You have arrived on the 21st Floor. Welcome to Mr. Gracer's Private Office.... an electronic voice-over from the elevator sound system echoed in... "Hmmmn, it's quite innovative here," she praised the building while coming out of the elevator... The 21st floor is a big and wide office. Its design is very manly with a touch of black and white walls and drapes. Even its amenities and furniture inside. It is as though Kristina is entering a condominium-turned-workplace.

It was the sound of a book closing. --- ### The Southern Estate The drive lasted for hours. I sat in the back of the car, staring out the darkened windows. The wasteland of 2026 was a nightmare. I saw ruins of malls, skeletal remains of highways, and groups of "Omegas"—humans who hadn't shifted or had lost their packs—huddled around trash-can fires. This was the "Real World." A world of starvation, hierarchy, and teeth. And then, we crossed a bridge.