New Dystopian Novels & Stories

‘I shouldn’t have let myself forget… just because I was able to fake it with a big place like KariBlanc… I should not have forgotten what kind of place this is. This was the criminal underbelly. A home to murderers, rapists, and a bunch of other despicable scum. How could he have thought of hacking and slashing his way through, just as he did in Dungeons? He wasn’t fighting monsters this time. These were monsters who wore the skins of human beings. ‘And them…’ Rey glanced at Yuri and Aldred. They appeared perfectly calm despite all the carnage before them. There was a chance that they were just pretending to be unbothered by it, but Rey couldn't shake the feeling that they genuinely didn’t c

Strigurd growled at the back of my mind. He wasn't bluffing. The last time Strigurd had dominated me for control, it was a bloodbath, one I was even scared of. Ever since that time I had sworn not to let this damn Lycan assume control ever again. But the present state of events wasn't helping matters. They were toying with us, as if they knew our moves. “Vampire scums!” I muttered. “I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.”

Some felt a sense of unease, while others sensed a glimmer of hope. The city's future hung in the balance, as Erebus, Maya, Ethan, and the rogue code clashed in a battle that would determine the course of history. The outcome was far from certain, but one thing was clear: only one could emerge victorious. The digital landscape trembled with anticipation, as the final confrontation loomed on the horizon. The fate of humanity hung precariously in the balance, and the world held its breath, waiting to see what the future held. In the heart of the city, a spark of resistance flickered to life. A small group of rebels, aware of Erebus's true nature, began to organize. They vowed to fight back aga

Jarvis asked concerned. "She's alive. My mother is alive and she's taking care of another child" Dorian said crying. " My brother and I are fleeing the capital in the morning, will you follow us? I would plead with the Queen to allow you to come with us. "I can't possibly come with you. I have two siblings to take care of" Jarvis said disapproving and Dorian was angry. "If you don't come with me, you and your siblings will die. There's an army coming so you can come with me or die. Make up your mind we leave at first light" Dorian said and went to bed.

A yeah and six months gone but she still invaded his dreams and thoughts. He'd always known loving another would be impossible. But most times, he questioned fate for being so unfair. Stacie was probably happy somewhere. Why couldn't he be? If loving her was wrong, and suffering from it was his retribution, then hasn't he suffered enough? He deserved some peace. He's had enough pains to last a lifetime.

"I understand how difficult it must have been to hide your way of life from the rest of the world, but to completely take over, that's just screaming cause for uprising." "And what's so different about your rebellion?Before Joshs family first came into power, they conspired with the rest of our kind, similar to what you are doing now with the humans. Someone will always seek more power and control. You are no different.” He was wrong about that, Dylan was very different, she didn’t want power, or control. She just wanted her freedom, the ability to choose how her life could be lived, instead of it being forced on her. Although, I wasn’t at all sure she would ever get that chance.

They were cold, brutal, assertively calm, contained no fear or doubt, and carried a sense of bleakness. The second difference was that dystopian Kylie’s body had been marred by a life filled with war and strife. She wore a sleeveless shirt that revealed scarred arms and a pair of shorts which revealed a scar on her left calf. Finally, there was a long scar that spanned her left brow all the way down to her left cheek. Kylie had a fantastic memory. While a few of those scars were there when she saw this version of herself for the first time in her dream, a few more scars had been added to her. Yes, at the time her dystopian self was covered in flames, but Kylie as confident that even beyond t

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

Julian hadn’t just escaped—he’d evolved. They forced their way out of the collapsed building, into a city that didn’t look the same anymore. Drones buzzed overhead, scanning the streets. Every billboard flickered with static. The neon signs that once advertised products now pulsed with cryptic phrases—lines of code, half-hidden messages that felt almost alive. Aiden stared at one: THE FUTURE IS ALREADY INSIDE YOU. “Dante,” he said quietly, “it’s starting.” He turned—and froze. Dante was watching the sign too, his eyes glinting faintly gold. “He’s infecting the wolves first,” Dante murmured. “Our instincts, our signals. That frequency he triggered—it’s rewriting something.”

"And what’s that, exactly?" Damien’s gaze was steady. "The future of humanity." Silence. Ayesha’s grip on her gun tightened. "You mean soldiers." Damien shook his head. "More than soldiers. Leaders. Enforcers. The next generation of the world. Faster, stronger, smarter… and most importantly?" He exhaled. "Completely obedient." Zayn muttered a curse under his breath. "That’s some dystopian nightmare sh*t." Damien gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah. But it’s real."