Humanity Lost Comic Novels & Stories

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

"Does this have seething to Volatile?' Someone else asked and I gritted my teeth in disbelief at the way they were randomly interrupting because I wanted him to tell us the main point. "If you would just let me finish," he frowned, "we are humanising is the best way to put it, something is going on terribly wrong with our world and while you might think the worst thing that could possibly ever happen to you is becoming humans, that's where you might have it wrong, it's not stopping there." His eyes stopped on me for a second, causing me to freeze in place. Why was he looking at me, was he going to say that this was all because of me? "Losing our powers is going further than being humans, we

--- Because controlled humanity— --- Was not the same as humanity. --- It was a version of it. --- A curated existence designed to avoid everything that made it real. --- And yet— --- It still felt real enough. --- Still worked well enough. --- Still offered peace. --- The temptation lingered again. --- Stronger now. --- More convincing. --- Because this wasn’t destruction. --- This wasn’t loss. --- This was… comfort. --- Safety. --- An end to everything that had nearly broken them.

"You’ve turned your people into fuel! Let's see how long you can burn before there's nothing left but ash!" The walkers disappeared into the grey mist, leaving the Citadel in ruins but the North still free. Lyra stood in the center of the wreckage, her breath coming in jagged, burning gasps. She looked at her hands; they were no longer just scarred. They were translucent, the red fire of the "Red Steam" visible beneath her skin. She had won the battle, but she had lost her humanity. She was no longer just a descendant of the King; she was a prototype.

Ethan finally said. “Of course, sir.” “I’ll contact you again.” “Understood.” Ethan ended the call. Silence returned. He stood beneath the streetlight, staring at the phone in his hand. His reflection faintly showed on the dark screen. Same face. Same life. But something no longer felt the same. Behind him, laughter still echoed from the mansion. But Ethan didn’t hear it the same way anymore. Because for the first time— he wasn’t just a man they mocked. He was something else entirely. And somewhere in the darkness… that truth had already begun to awaken.

“No—” “I’ve lost it!” he cried. “I can’t feel it anymore—!” I took a step back with heart pounding and was confused. “No, that’s not—” “I’ve lost my wolf!” he screamed. His voice echoed through the flames. “We’ve been stripped of it…” I stared at him. At myself. “…We're human now.”

The wolf retreated, still furious but unable to maintain control as the tranquilizer did its work. I collapsed to my knees on the concrete floor, the sudden return to human form leaving me disoriented and weak. My hands… human hands again… trembled as I looked down at them, at the blood under my fingernails that belonged to people I loved. "No," I whispered, the word breaking on a sob. "No, no, no..." Everything I'd been holding back crashed over me at once. The loss of Eli. Jack's death. The burning compound and scattered family. And now this… attacking my own people, hurting them when they'd risked everything to save me.

He groaned They chuckled and obeyed immediately,, " We are really happy to see you in the council after a long time,,with,, your mate. " Another one said,, she's a female Alyssa wonder why they all look so amazing,, they are really not human. " But,,she's human. " " What is wrong with her being a human??" Luther snapped and they all kept quiet. " My father,,, is alive " Luther said and they all stood up in fear " Rodolfo is alive?? " They all asked at the same time

He says knowingly. "Do you think what I'm doing is wrong?" I ask. Orion laughs at my question. "What's so funny?" I ask. "Look how many miles we've drove. She's a human. What are the chances of you two ever meeting? Slim to none. But she turns up on our territory and you touch her. I've not seen you offer to shake a single hand of a human before. But you did. She practically fell into your lap. It's not coincidence brother..... So no..... I don't think you're wrong"

I felt so connected to him earlier after knowing he had come to save me but now that I have come to my senses, it suddenly felt too awkward. I wiped my tears and gathered myself together. I looked at the blood on the ground and my head hurt after staring at it for too long. I just killed someone and I could not forget how I did it. Sensing my worries, Zhask reached out to me again with his hand. He put it on my shoulder and looked at me with a reassuring look. "Hey… Listen to me. You don't have to worry about it. He's not even human. He's a wolf without a pack, just wandering around serving anyone they can benefit from. They kidnapped you and brought you here for a great price."