Novel & Cerita Recruitment: A Dystopian Novel

The novel The Future belongs to the apocalyptic genre, the virus explodes, the human race appears as mutants, the animals begin to dominate the earth, but after the mutant race, it is not death that becomes more powerful. so the animals started to fight, finally humans regained the dominion, started to establish H city, trying to restore world order. The female lead is born a heterogeneous, not created by anything, is a purebred human with a very precious status.

His eyes scanned once, then he laughed, not loudly, not hysterically but Softly. “They sent you the list,” he said. Damian stepped closer to him. “You find this amusing.” “I find it inevitable.” “Explain,” I said. Adrian leaned back as far as the restraints allowed. “They would not expose themselves unless exposure served a purpose,” he said. “And exposure only serves one thing.” “Division,” Damian said. “Power redistribution,” Adrian corrected. He looked at me. “You are being recruited,” he said. The word landed with weight. “As what,” I asked.

DAHLIA : As I listened to the stranger’s stories one after one, I examined the torch. The fire would continue burning until the reserve of magic ran out. I didn’t have to worry about it running out and leaving me in the dark. I picked some juicy worms and put them next to me searching for a stick. I eyed a small bone I wished it belonged to an animal then prayed for the owner’s salvation. “And like that, Dotoria was born; a land for humans to rule, cursing other races within its borders into madness and cruelty, condemning them to relinquish all emotions and deny their selves. What are you doing? I smell something burning.”

The Recruitment Protocol The Assistant stepped onto the cedar deck of the blue ship, her boots leaving tiny, damp prints of clear salt-water that didn't stain the wood. She walked straight to the ledger-table where the stranger’s leather book had been replaced by the white piece of chalk and the slate block. "The Tenth Volume isn't a continuation, Seraphina," she said, looking down at the white chalk cylinder. "It’s a Recruitment. The Thirteen ran out of variables because they kept rounding every error to zero. They built the First District to standardise the remainder, but the standard didn't produce any interest. They need the virus. They need Xander's beast, and they need your ledger-scar

You can find me on Tw*tter at @michell76640823 I have a few other books in progress, I hope you'll take the time to check those out, too. The Praelia Chronicles: Hope's Despair is set in a dystopian fantasy world. Magical creatures were wiped out in a great war hundreds of years ago. Society has been structured into the upper, middle, and lower classes to keep the citizens in order. Every year, those of the lower classes wait in desperate anticipation hoping to be chosen during the reaping to be elevated to a higher class. What happens when the mate bond reappears after four hundred years of being dormant? Will Hope find her happily ever after, or will society crush her gilded dreams? This b

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Surprisingly, Hussin did not argue and after one short curt nod, he spun on his heels and marched from the room. “I think Kiri wants to add something to this situation,” Rex said, seeing the tilted heads and confused looks on Cassius’s and Grub’s faces. * * * Godking Darius strode through the lower level of his castle, heading toward the commander’s barracks, occasionally snarling at the underlings that failed to move away quick enough. He hated having so many sycophants, but knew that he needed these lowly worms to push through General Christoher’s ridiculously well defended walled city that protected his only way out of the current shit hole he found himself in. During his previous incarna

of the city stood tall, his stone eyes watching the thousands of people eating his salt, drinking his recycled water, and breathing his filtered air. The world hadn't "sank" into disaster, Ressi realized. It had been pushed. The leaders had created the desert to create the need. They had destroyed the forest to become the only source of survival. He felt the heaviness in his own chest, a cold, chemical weight that sat right where his heart used to beat. He was a Creator, a Star from another world, but as he sat in the sterile light of the nourishment center, he felt the bars of the cage closing in—not on his body, but on his soul.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

This relentless mental strain kept Angus’s mind active 24/7, and if it continued, it could lead to permanent brain damage and leave him in a vegetative state. Liesa had been hired as an assistant to the renowned American doctor who was supposed to treat Angus. But when the doctor unexpectedly canceled due to urgent matters, Liesa, in desperate need of money, took matters into her own hands. Without a second thought, she posed as the doctor, bringing the latest equipment back to China. After conducting the tests, she synced her brainwaves with Angus's, who had been hypnotized. The place she found herself in now was the first fractured world inside Angus’s mind. It was also the one that resemb