Utopian Novels & Stories

There is no such thing as utopia--One person's paradise can easily be another person's hell. We created Crescent City to be a shining utopia for supernaturals, a place of peace and prosperity. But it was built on the labor of witches and only those in power lived in true peace. Poor wolves, hybrids, humans and witches were all second-class citizens to the werewolves in charge.

Why had he brought her all the way out here anyway? “You’ve been telling me about the utopia you and your friends wanna build over the past two days,” he added. “So I’m gonna show you what my ideal utopia looks like and how people are making it happen right now.” It was true that Iseult had mulled over this topic during their very long trip, but his apparent interest baffled her. The country she envisioned was one of true equality, where even the founder—her adoptive father—would enjoy no privileges. An egalitarian society like that was the ideal they were all striving for.

I couldn't help myself and that word escaped my lips. "Whoa" I heard the others mumble when their eyes fell on the wonder that I was seeing. "Amazing isn't it?" Said the large dude standing in front of another group of 10 hybrids. A Utopia, like a fairytale land stood behind them. It was a whole hidden city in the middle of nowhere in Africa. Huge skyscrapers, surrounded by beautiful green vegetation, concrete roads and buildings. It was like fucking Wakanda!! "I apologize for any inconvenience you might've faced on your way here" The large man standing at the center of the group said.

She is a fighter, not a quitter witch! Besides, The New Eden is the happiest place on the planet. Here we look out for each other and nobody goes hungry, bored or lonely. There's always food to eat, meaningful work to do, and your people who care and love you. Why would Sam want to kill herself when she got everything in life? It didn’t add up. That’s a madness!

Towers rose at regular intervals, tall and thin, covered in antennas and dishes, sending signals out across the whole region. It was beautiful in its own cold, precise way. But it was terrifying too. There was no mess. No chaos. No life that was not planned and managed. “It looks like a machine,” I whispered. “Like the whole land is just one big machine running exactly as it was programmed.” Theron lowered the binoculars. His face was grim. “That is exactly what it is. They designed this place to be a model. A demonstration of their ideal world. Everything in its place. Everyone doing exactly what they are told. No questions. No choices. No deviation.”

He looked exhausted, but happy (or perhaps, relieved? The social room had an enormous window through which the magnitude of Underdenver could be seen. It had the general look and feel of looking out a high window at any cityscape with a few differences. Firstly, there was no sky above, just blackness. It didn’t even seem like night because there were no visible clouds nor a moon. Above the reach of the Underdenver city lights was only blackness. Secondly, all the buildings were white, or aged dirty white if they were older ones. There was variety in neither color nor in architectural style. Thirdly, there was no advertising. No billboards could be seen anywhere. There was no free market here

He touched Kaelen’s forehead, and a vision flooded the boy’s mind. He saw a world without the Silver Peaks. He saw a city of white glass floating in the void, a place where millions of "perfected" souls lived in a state of eternal, sterile bliss. There were no packs. There were no rejections. There were no orphans. It was a world where Kaelen was the central sun, providing a light that never flickered and never cast a shadow.

As she reached the commercial ring, the sheer beauty of the Matriarch’s Utopia washed over her, reinforcing every horrific choice she had just justified. She saw women in flowing silks walking across the luminous glass suspension bridges, their laughter ringing out like silver chimes. She saw the blacksmiths working at the open-air forges, their muscular arms gleaming with sweat as they shaped beautiful, lethal weapons without fear of colonial whips. She saw young girls sitting at the edge of the cascading waterfalls, practicing minor water magic to weave intricate, floating shapes in the air. There were no iron guns here. There were no men demanding obedience or hoarding power. There was on

With the security guarantees they have longed for and supported by the United Nations, the refugees are shaping their new life there. This solution worked. It has been nearly fifty years since that incident, and now all of the islands have developed into thriving cities. Each island has its own uniqueness. Take Morozov City for example, on the island of Morozov close to Russia. Taken from the Russian language which means frozen, this city has been known as the second New York because of the similarity to the life of New York. Busy and never sleeps. People in Morozov always have a flat face. Since they were born they were required to always do everything quickly and perfectly, so that to outs

"Sir, this is Dana Acosta! I have been undercover in the Country of Uwyn for a week. And what I witnessed there is disturbing. At least its implications are going to impact us negatively. Everything is free. Food, shelter and medicine. They also offer much more than those basic needs alone, Sir! They have technology that could grow amputated limbs back and there was even a case. One case, of a cancer patient that got cured of the illness. Completely! Least, that's what the aliens are telling us. In simple words, the aliens have created a Utopian world of their own." Dana stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts. This was of course not live feed and was mere