Stories About The Future Novels & Stories

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

The library lanterns drifted overhead. The unfinished book rested open before us. And somewhere beyond the last written page— the future waited. Not as a mystery. Not as a destination. As a story. Still becoming itself.

Caiden said absentmindedly. Clara narrowed her eyes. Caiden had a tendency to clam up when talking about the future events that came after her revenge against Beryl. She was still unclear on anything that was set to happen after that point. “Can you tell me more about my future?” she asked. "You never give me much detail." Caiden shook his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. The future is never set in stone, if I tell you what I see right now, you might do something that affects it. What I can tell you for sure is that, you will die when the contract is fulfilled.”

The technology in this time is so advanced that you will not be able to imagine it even in your wildest dreams. The airports do not exist anymore. Instead there are spaceports. People travel from one planet to another planet, one galaxy to another galaxy for vacation, marriage ceremonies, birthdays etc. Each spaceport has upto 300 rockets and space shuttles. All the cars are now aircars. People do not need aeroplanes and trains anymore. They are just kept as models in the museum to help the upcoming generations to see these 'vintage' machines.

"But who sent it? Lyra is gone. The Editor is in the mail. The Owner is a puddle of ink." "The Future doesn't have a sender," Cian said, his voice unusually grave. He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with that gold-ink light. "The Future is just a place where everything we haven't done yet happens." Mina reached out. Before I could stop her, she flicked the brass latch.

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

A while later, a voice sounded from the area. “There is only the past and the present. There is no future. “The so-called future was extrapolated by several Grand Supernaturals using tricks of the Heavenly Path. “The future is filled with uncertainties. Anything can happen in the future. “Every living being can create a future and change the future.” James comprehended the paths silently.

The future remained unwritten. And somewhere beyond the final page, countless new stories waited to be told. The End. Or perhaps... A New Beginning.

“Deal. Let’s build an empire of our own. A small, academic one.” As we turned to walk back inside, planning the logistics of an impossible future, I realized the full scope of my freedom. The Future was not terrifying; it was a blank, sun-drenched page, and I had the love of a brilliant man ready to start writing the story with me.

They all looked the same except the second one had flaming red hair and the last one had hair almost as white as Selene’s. They all turned their eyes towards the massacre and after a while turned back to look at me. “This is what the future holds, total annihilation” the second fate spoke repeating almost the same line as the first one with a voice eerily similar to that of her sister. “But why? Where will things go wrong for this to happen?” “You underestimated your enemies and because of that the world will fall” the third one responded. “You keep talking about it like it’s sure to happen, isn’t there a way to prevent it?” I didn’t want this future.