Victorian Steampunk Novels & Stories

Her straight as a pin violet hair hanging down to her waist, her piercing liquid silver eyes shining brightly amongst her indigenous features and warm brown skin. It doesn’t matter the century; she will always find a way to present herself as the Warrior Goddess. She’s wearing a black leather steampunk one-shoulder halter top with an overbust corset with a buckle over the chest and buckles over the hips. She’s also wearing iron armour weave print leggings and thick black shin-length boots with clasps down the sides and steel caps. She looks like a warrior from another world and not someone you want to mess with. I get up from the couch and walk over to her, “I needed someone to talk to.”

Alexie drove their van away, going back home, knowing everything was under control, and Victor would come back soon. Two hours later, the heavy double doors of Victor’s private study slammed open. Serena turned around from the fireplace just as Victor stepped into the room. The scent of rain, gunpowder, and raw power walked in with him. He had shed his tactical gear, now wearing only a dark, wrinkled button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the thick, intricate tattoos crawling up his forearm. His short, dirty blond hair was still damp from the storm; the rain had wiped away the blood of enemies from his body, a few wild strands falling across his forehead.

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

--- In a converted abandoned warehouse in the Crone district, a small cove where artist mingled, The Crimson room occupied the top floor, it's exposed brick and dim lightings making the occupants look like they were shooting a film. Victoria had changed into a black silk dress that hugged her curves like a second skin,A carefully selected piece of armor disguised as seduction. Victor Odolo sat alone at the bar, his fingers wrapped around a glass of cold neat bourbon, staring at his reflection in the amber liquid as if it held the answers to puzzling life questions. "Mind if I join you?" Victoria's voice was honey over smoke as she slid onto the adjacent barstool. Her dangling earrings twinkl

They crossed the flickering boundary of the northern Echo-Zone, where the grass still shifted between soft clover and rigid, emerald-green pixels. There, they found them: The Iron-Keepers. They emerged from the treeline not as refugees, but as a Mechanized Migration. Their vehicles were massive, steam-belching crawlers made of scavenged brass and heavy iron, looking like something from a clockwork nightmare. These weren't survivors of the Grand Stack. "They’re from a Steampunk-Sim," Julian whispered, his prismatic eyes analyzing the pressure gauges on the lead crawler. "Project: Aetheria. It was a closed-loop simulation the Architects abandoned decades ago because the 'AI' became too obsesse

His eyeballs burst and blood squirted from the holes. The room grew cold, and a beautiful woman appeared. While everyone was dressed in white, this woman wore an evening gown of pale sea foam green with jewels embedded in it. She looked as if she might have been to the opera. Her hand was bejeweled, and her dark hair was swept up high. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was the one who had sired Alexis. She was his first. She was so old. She belonged to a different Council. Through Alexis, I knew what few Vampires knew, that there were hundreds of Councils, each with different levels of power. These Vampires who stood on the sidelines and watched the world develop governed the Elders. Th

Dylan demanded answers and Charles took a deep breath before looking him in the eye. “The juggernauts used to be the only fully human town we created in this world. It wasn’t long before they began to favour machines and gears. One day they started researching ways of upgrading themselves in a painless but beneficial manner. It somehow worked and they became the juggernauts. A fully cyborg, steampunk style town where they can look human if they choose to. There is no one better to help Noah now.” Charles explained.

By the looks of Thomas and Sister Margaret, the idea was unanimous, and the new heroes of England had emerged. This is how the Victorian Society of Strange Occurrences was born.

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

"But not the modern one. This is the design from the 1890s. The Victorian era." "Katherine's family?" Marcus frowned. "I thought they made steam engines back then." "Apparently," I ran my finger over the cold metal, "they were making ventilation systems for a secret precursor city in the Arctic." This changed everything. The Council hadn't just discovered this place. They had partners. And if the Stirlings were involved since the beginning, then Katherine... "Does she know?" Valerius asked, his voice dripping with sudden suspicion. "Your little girlfriend. Is she part of this?"