best steampunk stories

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

Earth suffered apocalypse. All electronics over the world were destroyed. War and famine ravaged the lands. When humanity tried to rebuild, they discovered that most technology no longer worked. The laws that governed the world had changed! Steam technology rose in popularity after the apocalypse. Humanity entered a new golden age. Then, the seven nightmares attacked. Espers with strange powers appeared. Mutants took over most of the world. This was the beginning of the Mana Apocalypse! My name is Edward Tesla and I was born during the Mana Apocalypse. This is my story about trying to protect everything I care about in this living hell. My inventions will defeat the nightmares and save the world! Steam rifles, steam tanks, and steam mechs. My inventions will surpass them all! Extra Note from the author: Some of the early chapters are a bit rough and need rewritten. Most of the long-term fans come from Chapter 21 and up. I guarantee the story continues to improve from there as you continue reading. Political factions, wars, steam tech, mana mysteries, and more. Though the story starts in America, it also visits China, Europe, Africa, and other areas of the world later on. -------------------------------------------------- Note from author: This novel was the winner of the Steampunk writing contest. Chapter Length: Chapters usually average between 2200 to 2800 words. Chapter Updates: Daily Updates. Chapters are usually posted around 12:00 PM US EST time. -------------------------------------------------- Readers, if you enjoy the book I'd appreciate anyone that adds the following tags: Academy Action AntiHero Apocalypse Esper Fantasy Futuristic Setting HiddenGem Horror Kingdom Building Magic Mech Mecha Mutant Steampunk SwordAndMagic War Weak to Strong

In the year 1886 in The Steam Powered City of London, England there lived a family that specialized in demon hunting ever since the Dark Ages or a time when demons reigned supreme and helped the people of England survive it. Now we moved on today and this family only has two active members. The Noble Frye Family, now only has two left in it one who was the youngest of the two was a girl who had left England to start a life with a man who was a noble in France, and the eldest out of the two who was the head of the Frye Household and this where his tale begins.

Wasters. The word spreads like wildfire across the frontier—whispered in saloons, cursed in cathedrals. Born of rogue science and stitched metal, they’re outlaws in the eyes of the Church and monsters in the eyes of the world. Levi Wilson didn’t choose this life. Once a streetwise mercenary, he was captured, experimented on, and turned into something he doesn’t understand. Augmented with prototype Vaporguard tech and left with scars he can’t outrun, Levi escapes into a land already teetering on the edge—where the Church tightens its grip, bounty hunters chase Wasters for coin, and the Old World’s empire watches the New with hungry eyes. Now hunted and alone, Levi must learn to survive—not just the bounty hunters and Inquisition on his trail, but the growing power inside him. What begins as a fight to stay alive will drag him into something far greater: a war for the soul of the frontier, and maybe the world beyond it. **WHAT TO EXPECT** • Guns are outlawed—blades, fists, and augments rule the frontier • Alternate timeline where the Church controls global tech and power • Steam-powered war machines and brutal Inquisitors • Grounded, gritty combat with realistic consequences • Deep worldbuilding with political, cultural, and religious conflict • Third-person limited POV with strong character focus • No chosen ones, no prophecy—just survival • Slow-burn mystery and high-stakes tension • No harem • Earthsong magic with real costs, not flashy spells • Bounty hunters, Templar Knights, orphans, war criminals, and broken survivors

Teenage Rieux Miller finds her way into a mystic world entirely supported by Steampunk. Join her on her adventures through this new found magical world

Clementine Ives had barely started reading a steampunk romance story when she learns that one of her best friend betrayed her, not only stealing her patent but stealing her man. Clementine decides to drown her sorrows in alcohol but accidently falls into the river and drowns. How could she die before she made her ex-boyfriend and that shameless home wreaker regret everything! Luckily Clementine wakes ups again, unfortunately for her she transmigrated into the steampunk story she just started reading. What's worse is that she transmigrated into the body of the short-lived wicked cannon fodder only meant to highlight the female lead's kindness and intelligence. Clementine vows to avoid her ending by avoiding all of the main leads and supporting characters opting to instead develop her talents and skills in engineering and inventing. Unfortunately, fate catches up with her and she find herself in a perilous situation. Barely managing to avoid her gruesome death Clementine finds herself tangled in political intrigue when she accidently stumbles upon a legendary artifact that the cruel and ruthless cabal only known as the Mechanist Guild, has been searching for. Why are the male lead and the villain so interested in her the female lead is right over there? Why are they meddling in a small cannon fodder's life? Why is the female lead trying to form a sisterly bond with her she should ignore the small cannon fodder! .... "Your brilliance outshines the brightest gears in the clockwork of my thoughts, leaving me endlessly captivated by the dazzling intricacy of your mind." Hey! Stay away I don't want to be the female lead! "We have to work together to help women succeed in this unfair society! I couldn't do it without you my sister!" Stop pampering me your true love is the male lead! "I wish I could keep you chained up in a cage so I could watch you without having to share you with others. But you shine brighter when you are free so I'll just have to remove the eyes of any man that dares to look at you!" Leave me alone the heroes are right over there! Why can't this little cannon fodder live her peaceful salted fish inventor lifestyle!

August, a swordsmith from 1861, gets transported to 2034 and meets his 5x great-grandson, Kyle. But strange things start to happen around him and to him. Will they ever find out what's happening?

18 years ago Abel was born, the very same night his new life shattered. Now though he has a second chance to redeem his father. But it comes at a cost, his new family die from forbidden knowledge so he must do this journey alone. Are you willing to join Abel on his journey to save not only himself, but his entire world.

My corpus luteum ruptured, and my life hung by a thread. My husband, however, was in the adjacent hospital room, meticulously caring for the "white moonlight" of his heart, who just had a cold. My heart finally died. I slammed a divorce agreement in front of him and resolutely walked away. …… Later, as suitors blossomed around me, he was driven mad with jealousy. He tried every trick in the book to cut off my romantic prospects, grabbing my wrist domineeringly, “Holly Sinclair, I never signed the divorce papers. You are still my wife. You dare to cheat on me? Just you try!” And then, pinning me in a dark corner, he whimpered his confession in my ear, “Wifey, I was wrong. Please don't leave me. You are the real white moonlight of my heart…”