Novel Utopia Novels & Stories

“I promise!” “Okay, so what’s next?” As soon as her question ended, a book appeared in front of her. The Only One For Me. The story took place in a time far in the future where the land, air, and water were all polluted beyond recognition. Fauna and flora evolved to survive in the harsh conditions. Viruses mutated and new bacteria were discovered. A particular strain of virus that attacked the brain caused a deterioration of the brain. Eventually, a human would act no better than an unintelligent beast, driven only by primal urges. As it could be spread via water, bodily fluids, and air, humans decided that besides purifying agents, they had to practise eugenics to prevent becoming extinct.

Aelanor's eyes opened with the clamour of bustling businesses coming from the open window. Her companions slept through the din, except Saayan who was nowhere to be seen around the room. She walked up to the window and looked down. Her homeland might be called Utopia, but as she looked down at the cobbled street with all kinds of races, haggling and laughing and helping each other carry weights of marine life from the ships, she realised that the real utopia was here. Here, every creature was welcome. No one was looked down upon by others- except for that female orc in the tavern- she thought resentfully. Here, creatures would not fight for power, and here, no one would be banished by their

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I thought she's going to reject her because of her facial expression, but she kneel before me. “Take me as your alliance and let's create a Disparate Utopia where people can live up with peace and nature.”

Would the Mothers be able to continue with their way of life now that the rest of the world could easily find out all of the rumors were true and then some? The cause was an idea--an ideology. It was a picturesque utopia where the world would become a better place through her efforts if she did her best to fight for them. Adam wasn’t some thought in her head. He was real. His existence didn’t depend on the agreement of thousands of people or the brute force of those wishing to change the status quo. Why would she care more about something that might never be than a person that was? Someone who cared deeply about her?

There are roads with empty cars down below the hill that we are hiding behind, but there are no humans, only old brochures getting carried with the wind. I find it scary thinking that nothing new will be created, the magazines you can sometimes find in abandoned places are the last of their kind. A wind blew past one day, bringing the infection, and then the government dropped a bomb and ended the human era. Hybrids and mutated animals are the new rulers of this world, yet I'm struggling to survive and refusing to die. And after I've found Ryan, we are joining the others to search for a place where we can live. Maybe there are mutated animals suited for farm life.

Entire universes. Then countless golden figures. The Architects. Thousands of them. Working together. Creating. Designing. Building reality. Nova watched in awe. The Architect continued. "We believed perfection was possible." The vision shifted. Worlds formed. Civilizations flourished. Life spread across existence. Everything seemed beautiful. Then the image darkened. Conflict emerged. Disagreements. Arguments. Division. The same story. Again and again. The Architect sighed. "We discovered something unexpected." Nova found herself whispering.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

Jax asked. “A world,” I said slowly, “where no one can be turned into what I was without understanding exactly what they’re giving up. Where no one’s brain gets rewritten for someone else’s convenience. Where the tools we built either die or are leashed so hard they can’t be abused without setting off every alarm we can design.” “And what happens to Kane in this utopia?” Lucien asked. “For clarity.” “He loses everything he built on my mind,” I said. “And he gets to live with knowing I was the one who tore it down.”

“This world will die if you do that. I can’t prove it to you, but it’s the truth. The elfs are the only choice if you wish for a true utopia.” I didn’t wish for a true utopia. The only way you could get one of those is if you didn’t let any people move in. “If the elfs are so great, why did the trolls book it like that? They didn’t seem to be big fans of your utopian future.” The gemstone trembled in my palm. “Some value their freedom more than good sense. The trolls could never achieve greatness on their own, but they would rather fail of their own volition. It is small-mindedness and ego.”