Novel & Cerita Sci Fi Dystopian Books

She looked at Nora and Kael as if they were total strangers. ​"Can I help you find a book?" Mia asked, her voice sweet and hollow. "We just got a new shipment of 'Billionaire Sci-Fi'." ​Nora’s heart stopped. The "Hard Reboot" hadn't saved them. It had Fragmented them into a world where their enemies were their neighbors and their family were strangers.

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

"Raina, come down here now!" I didn't move, I couldn't move. I was watching the end of the world in real-time, and my feet had apparently decided they had no further use for the rest of my body. The screaming intensified. I could hear it now, coming from all directions—the sound of thousands of people dying, of civilization crumbling. Fire erupted in multiple locations across the town, smoke rising up to choke out the stars. The creatures weren't just destroying the walls; they were destroying everything, and they moved with purpose, with coordination, as if they weren't mindless beasts but something far more sinister.

Anonymous mentioned old sci-fi books in passing, referencing a classic series about rogue AIs and lost space colonies. Anonymous: That series is underrated. The way the characters question everything in those abandoned worlds… hits different on nights like this. Leon paused, thumb freezing mid-air. He actually liked that exact series. It was one of his quiet escapes, the dog-eared paperbacks hidden under his bed alongside other secrets. A common interest. He hadn’t expected that. For a moment, his skepticism wavered. Still, he replied carefully, not fully opening yet. Leon: Yeah. Some of those books are okay.

Watch his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. We're driving into a trap. A carefully orchestrated trap designed to take Neah. And we have fifty-six minutes to figure out how to spring it without losing her. Ahead, smoke rises on the horizon. Iron Valley is burning. And somewhere in that fire, a scientist who thinks he owns my sister is waiting to collect his prize. Over my dead body.

I better not involve him in this anymore. It was the only thing in my mind as I sat alone on the balcony that night. I keep trying to rewind all of my six dreams, and maybe figure out what's gonna happen next. I heard footsteps from behind me. I turned my head and saw Hade approaching me. "Hey, can't sleep?" He asked as soon he sat beside me. I nodded as an alienating feeling slowly crept up inside me. Somehow, all that I knew now that I learned from Lady Dahlia made me feel distant from everyone, including Hade. It's as if I'm scared if I touch them, I'll dream about them.

Instead, she spotted a battered cardboard box, which she pulled out by one of its flaps. The box was filled with books similar to the one she found on the floor—tattered and yellowing, adorned with somewhat cheesy cover art. Except for a few classics by authors like Verne and Wells, most of them fell into the sci-fi genre. Cole admitted to losing interest in this type of literature after a few pages of convoluted descriptions. However, she recognized some of the titles because she had been repeatedly told that she should read them: Asimov, Russ, Vonarburg, Bradbury, Heinlein, Bujold, Engh, Le Guin.