Utopia Novels & Stories

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.

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

Athena asked. “A whole new galaxy the size of three heavens. It is one that knows no filth or life. It has an energy so pure that and untainted; an energy undivided. It is true utopia.” Odin had a look of admiration and a bit of infatuation on his face as he spoke. His eyes flashed brilliantly like a youthful man lost in the throes of passion, and his description of the place had Athena sharing in his emotion.

Femur formed the fencing in front of the houses, rib bone curved over plants offering them fragile shade and shelter, the points of spears leaning up against the side of a house were tipped with carved points of bone, a door handle, a piece of jewellery… She blinked, and the bone disappeared from view. “Not real,” she whispered. “Not even in the dream. So what does that mean?” But she understood the message. This Utopia was built on the death of Havermouth’s population. Not just Havermouth’s population, she continued. All the world. This was the world if the Mer won the war. And, having been given this glimpse into it, was no longer sure if that was a bad thin

After the farmer left, I asked Kevin, "What is Utopia Town?" "Utopia Town is a massive community located in the northeast of the Blue River Pack. It gathers werewolves, vampires, witches, humans, and various shifters. However, everyone living in this community must have a citizen ID, or else they will be treated as wanderers and detained." Beta Liam explained. "Why can a town gather so many races? I've never heard of such a place."

I would increase them and we would rise in hundreds and thousands, It will be enough to bring down the utopia. "This was just the beginning, the war has not yet started, but it is martured and soon enough I will drive my warriors and conquer the remaining packs in utopia. It is just a matter of time" I thought to my self. "Just a matter of time……" a voice said out of the space. What ! I heard something out of nowhere in the area where I stand, it just had to repeat my voice again. Was I just daydreaming, or was my life about nightmares.?

Images rose from the light — people walking through lush green streets, children laughing under skies unscarred by pollution, cities thriving in balance with nature and technology. It was… beautiful. Too beautiful. “This is what it could be,” she said. “A new world. No pain. No hunger. No war.” He stared, awe and fear wrestling inside him. “And what does it cost?” “Nothing,” she said simply. “Just… trust.” He laughed bitterly. “That’s what all utopias cost.” Her expression softened. “I’m not asking you to believe in perfection. I’m asking you to believe in me.” That stopped him cold.

Too dead. Its new target is inevitable. The Council’s last bastion. A place they called the Zenith. A utopia of absolute order. A thousand worlds moving in perfect, silent synchrony. No crime. No conflict. No unwanted growth. A masterpiece of control. A cancer of perfection, in the Gardener’s eyes.

“You were born with power, Cassian. You had to lose it to understand what it meant. That doesn’t make you noble. It makes you late.” Aria didn’t flinch. “Maybe,” she said. “But we still arrived. And we built something without you. Why come now?” Nella’s eyes flicked between them. “Because there’s a gap forming. Between your ideals… and the systems they’re creating. Because not everyone in your ‘found family’ agrees on what comes next.” Silence. Nova typed something behind the hallway wall. Cassian stepped in closer. “You’re here to fracture us.” “I’m here to remind you,” Nella said, “that utopia always forgets its margin. Until someone redraws it.”

“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.”