Humanity Lost Graphic Novels & Stories

“I honestly don’t know. There were times I thought I was the hero of my story, and there were other times I thought I was better off forgotten. I tried to stand out in school, but I guess it was all an act. I had my close friends, and we cared a great deal for each other, and I wouldn’t say that my old life was bad, hell I would go back if I had the choice. Since I’ve been here, I felt I was the one who’s lost the most. I know they built this bunker to house the family members of some of the scientists behind this project. That’s true, except for me and Heather. We had no connection to this project except through Francis’s father. Heather didn’t feel that she had lost anything. She came from

Thank you, Marlon. I will repay you.” “Restoring my mens honor is all the repayment I seek , Your Highness.” “Then you shall have it. Hopefully, we will have more answers, soon.” She said, referring to their trip tomorrow. Marlon couldn't agree more with that statement. He did need answers, more than the afterlife mumbo jumbo Flossina kept trying to feed him. He kept hearing about this 'Jewel of Humanity'. More than thrice it had come up. The first time had been when speaking with his second in command, Deleav.

PROS (Humanity) No more disease. No more slow, agonizing decay. A chance at a real life. Stop being so lonely. An end to the constant, gnawing hunger. CONS (Humanity) Mortality. Death. Loss of strength, speed, immortality. Vulnerability. I could be hurt. Killed. Powerlessness. I would be... ordinary. I would lose myself.

I kneel in front of the Unmade carefully It looks up at me with flickering, unstable eyes. Thousands of emotions moving through them too quickly. “I can feel all of them.” Its voice cracks. “Every loss.” A pause. “Every death.” Another pulse of pain shakes reality. “Every goodbye.” The galaxies dim painfully around us. BOOM BOOM I answer softly “Yes.” The Unmade stares at me in disbelief. “And humans survive this?” I think about that carefully. Because survive is complicated. Sometimes we don’t survive gracefully

And with every new mutation, our losses grew heavier. The missions were becoming more dangerous. What used to feel like routine—clear an area, retrieve supplies, escort survivors—now felt like a gamble with increasingly stacked odds. We were losing people. Good people. And each loss carved another hollow space inside all of us, one that couldn’t be filled. I was starting to think there wasn’t much left of humanity to save. ---

"You're trying to reverse the integrations. To undo months of work, to strip people of the power they need to survive." "To give them back their humanity." "Humanity is weakness! It's the reason we're dying as a species!" His voice rose, the calculated calm cracking. "I gave those people a chance to become something more, and you want to strip it away because you can't accept that evolution requires sacrifice!"

So, Grace decided to let her partner take a rest. Grace entertained Sarah and jokingly told Sarah that humanoids have a weird taste for music. They both laughed. But their laugh stops because they hear another cry from the Earth. Humanity is at stake. The Motivation Sarah and Grace looked at the Earth. They saw people losing their sanity as deaths have already flooded the streets. The disease continues to spread. The animals are getting into extinction since they are used as the food of the people. A child crying because she lost her parents. Parents weep because they lost all their children. People died not only because of the illness but also because of hunger.

Not that I didn’t take a few free moments to get my plans in place for something big. Tonight is the culmination of what I’ve been working towards since I signed that deal with Khumar. Tonight we launch Leah’s Lost Souls. A foundation that sponsors proper and caring shelters and orphanages for meta-humans who have been abandoned or left homeless. It has been my dream since the day I met Adder. Helping her inspired me and pushed me to want to help others.

“Thought so. I’ll have them ready within the hour. You can take them with you when you leave.” “Appreciate it,” I say. “Truly.” He waves off the thanks again, but I catch the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he says after a pause. “How bad was it? Your losses?” I hesitate. “Too many. We have at least nine missing, with no response through the mind link and presumed dead, but until we get out there and find bodies we can’t confirm it.” His expression hardens. “The hunters are escalating. Every month their numbers grow, so we can’t just sit on our hands anymore. I’m going to reach out to other packs I have contact with, see if they can send support.”

she whispered. We-learn-the-shape-of-sorrow. We-learn-the-weight-of-love. We-learn-humans-dream-to-heal. Raven fell silent, awe etched across her face. “It’s… gentle.” Sophia smiled. “It was born from compassion. This is its nature.” The light brightened, forming the illusion of countless hands reaching toward the sky. Together-we-remember. Then came a vision — humanity through time: ancient fires, cathedrals, markets, revolutions, digital storms. Every act of creation and destruction, each mirrored within the pulse.