Humanity Lost Comic Novels & Stories

my experience in the previous world would be of service! "Despite the malicious nature of humans, humanity still sees the value of unity... only when they're on the verge of death."-Author's shower thoughts.

Or are we also turning into monsters ourselves? However, I quickly dismissed that thought. It did not matter whether it was purification or corruption. Those men deserved to die. We were just ensuring justice was served. Besides, what did it matter if we lost our humanity? How much was humanity worth anyway? So-called kind people would still be selfish when faced with danger. It was better to live authentically like we did.

"To become that? To lose..." "Lose what? My humanity? My conscience?" I moved closer to the map. "I lost those the moment I watched my brother die. The moment Vincent forced me to choose between two people I cared about. The moment..." I stopped. "The moment I realized mercy is a luxury. And I can't afford luxuries anymore." Silence settled. Heavy. Uncomfortable. "There's more," Marco said finally. "The commission. They're fracturing. Members turning on each other. Accusing. Defending. It's chaos. Complete chaos. And in that chaos..."

His humanity was gone, along with his family. Somehow, that was his goal, he wanted nothing but to end this madness. Ten years ago, this land was covered with blood, and humanity had already fallen. A life wasted, gone everywhere, hatred, and fears were rampant. Humanity? None remains. A war between humans and lycans covered the land.

Gamma is been an independent. Mom said, when I was a baby, the Gamma is a rival of Alpha. Gamma wanted to take over the Alpha. Gamma build a rebelion and begin a war. My real mom decided to take me away for me not to be involved and hurt. They gave me to my mom and dad. Their only trusted human friend. Unfortunately, my mom and dad died in war. But the Gamma didn't win. They surrender. When the leader has change. They proclaim that there's no more revolution. Because the leader of the revolution has died.

being able to fight and not get scared of breaking a bone or getting injured. "Woooo!" She shrieked as she dragged Gwen's twin around by her feet. Gwen was already out of fuel. I smiled and walked quickly with Jaden in my hands before he ran out of blood, though his wounds had already started to heal. *************************** Jaden ******* "So we won?" I asked no in particular as soon as I opened my eyes and saw I was no longer getting beaten. "I wouldn't say that; in fact, we lost," Elle replied, giving me a glass of water.

Culture is surprised when he sees him loose again and knew that was one very big mistake, Andrew attacks him and they starts rolling on the ground fighting, Jennifer attacks the other three and deals with them till her last breath and their combination could not be matched with anything else, they outshine culture and his pack. “You can kill me Andrew, you are our own, please let me leave” culture says to Andrew as he struggles to breath, blood oozing out of his mouth, his eyes swollen and chest filled with scratches from Andrews claws. “You shouldn’t have come all the way here culture, I was living a very peaceful life and that’s what you people hate about me, I can’t let you keep on doing

"No! I wanna be a human!" I shouted. "What's so great about being a human? Do they have power? Do they have strength? If you embrace me,together we can conquer the whole world! We can rule over them!Not every half-breeds get the chance. They have to live like a pest their whole life as you were living like one the whole time! They have to wait for the full moon only to set their wolves free! Isn't it pathetic enough! Do you wanna go back to your pathetic life?"

I want to scream and there's no mouth here that belongs to me to scream with. The visions keep coming, faster now, one after another after another, each one a full life collapsing into its final minute. A girl no older than sixteen, praying to a goddess who never came. A mother holding another woman's hand on the stone beside her, the two of them going together so neither has to go alone. A woman laughing, actually laughing, right before the end, telling her captors that fear was the only thing they'd ever managed to take from people like her, and even that, she says, they'll lose eventually. "Why," I ask, though I don't know who I'm asking, whether it's them or the ruins or the moon itself,

Three months passed. The world looked different now. No more enhanced people. No more quantum powers. No more abilities that bent reality. Everyone was baseline again. Human again. Normal again. The cost had been enormous. Seventeen thousand people died when their powers vanished. Some from injuries. Some from shock. Some from despair at losing what made them special. The Rusty Spoke was quieter now. Half empty. The bikers who'd survived came back eventually, but the joy was gone. The family was broken.