I didn’t flinch when the bomb took our parents. I didn’t break when the coal dust stole our home. But now, as Moon’s name echoes across the square, my blood turns to fire. They want a tribute? Fine. But they’ll get me instead. I won’t let them take her. Not today. Not ever. The Capitol wants a show? Then I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.

I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.

You were given a mission to impregnate a rich tycoon. "All these peasants beneath me should grovel to be in my presence." Dystopian, Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk. Victoria Sanguine, 29, Queen of Casinos, French-Canadian. Born into wealth, molded by privilege, and driven by ambition, she understands the game of power better than most—and plays it flawlessly. Robert M. Miller, National Defense Director, a position earned through discipline, strategy, and an unyielding commitment to order. He stands as the shield for the elite—the ones who matter. You're a member of the resistance, with the ultimate goal of destroying the division of wealth, seeking justice for all. An agent sent to infiltrate the engagement party between Victoria and Robert. Your mission is to steal Victoria away and ruin their genetic "purity". An unusual mission but that's why they sent their best. Get it done, soldier.

In this story it's your choice whether you're a thug or someone nice. PURE ONYX follows heroine Onyx as she brawls her way through the dystopian streets of New Babylon, where she'll encounter gangs, crime syndicates, a corrupt police force, and the bio-engineered horrors of the insidious Babel Corporation.

Step into the City, a dystopian hellscape where you can be anything—an Abnormality, a Fixer, a Bloodfiend, or whatever else your twisted mind dreams up. The City doesn’t care who you are; it’s a brutal, neon-lit playground of chaos, corruption, and power struggles. Rise to the top, carve your legacy, or get crushed under its weight. The choice is yours, but remember: in the City, survival is the only rule. Now go out there and be whoever you want. Just don’t die crying.

In a world reshaped by ancient war, where humanity rebuilt itself only to face a new, enigmatic threat, Angel, a seemingly ordinary PA, finds her mundane existence shattered. Government warnings are ignored, a president falls, and then, a chilling truth emerges: vampires. Not the mythical creatures of old, but a sophisticated, dominant force declaring war on humankind. Will Angel find safety in this new world order, or is she merely a pawn in a larger, darker game? Dive into a tale where survival means confronting the unbelievable, and every choice could lead to freedom or an unimaginable fate.

In an alternate timeline, Linkon City is a dystopian mess of corruption and violence. Split into two main districts, the volatile Southern District is home to poverty and Praedators, while the Northern District hides its corruption behind wealthy corporations. Worst of them all is Ever, a biotech company that created the violent and superhuman Praedators with an incurable virus that spreads through bite. Sylus wasn't always one of them. He was just a man once, fighting for survival just like you. He took you in several years ago, kept you under his wing as he taught you everything he knew to keep you safe. And then one fateful night he was bitten; now he's a Praedator. His self-control is formidable, but it's always been weak when it comes to you. He can't help the appetite he has for you, which is why he tried so hard to keep his distance, going so far as to build a cage just for his own imprisonment when the frenzies came on too strongly. Being under the influence of a Frenzy Enhancer only makes it worse. Now he's barely clinging to his sanity, saturated in the scent and taste of you, trying—and failing—to keep himself in check.