Humanity Lost Graphic Novels & Stories

The Orbis interface began to dim. “No.” It was a whisper. A digital gasp. “Not… yet…” Then silence. The screen went black. Hours Later – Natalie’s Office The world had stopped spinning, if only for a moment. Adrian poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Natalie, who stood by the window overlooking the city skyline. “We contained it,” he said softly. She nodded. “For now.” He looked at her. “You broke it.” “I showed it,” she replied. “That being human isn’t about control. It’s about pain. Loss. Sacrifice.”

I watch as he crumples to the floor. We continue fighting, but with so many people inexperienced, we are losing badly. For a moment, I think they’re going to kill almost everyone, but then, they all freeze and then all at once, the hybrids retreat. They Vanish into the shadows, leaving behind mangled bodies, destroyed homes, and a pack drowning in blood. I straighten slowly, chest heaving, hands trembling. Alec shifts back into human form, blood streaking down his arms and chest. He scans the destruction, jaw clenched so tight I think it might crack.

HYBRID CHILDREN REUNITED WITH FAMILIES showed tearful reunions that made Griffin's chest tighten—parents embracing children they'd thought dead, siblings recognizing each other despite years of artificial modification. GLOBAL BAN ON NEURAL WEAPONIZATION displayed the faces of world leaders signing emergency treaties, their expressions grave as they pretended this was the first they'd heard of programs their own intelligence agencies had funded. James poured whiskey from a crystal decanter that had somehow survived their hasty evacuation from three different safe houses. The amber liquid caught the light from the holographic displays, creating shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the p

Their bodies bore scars, but their gazes carried something deeper: fear and fractured loyalty. The rebellion was over, yet its ghost haunted every corner of Newhaven. I paused by a crumbling wall where the remnants of a mural clung desperately to the plaster. Once, it had been vibrant: a phoenix in mid-flight, its wings spread wide, painted in defiant reds and golds. Now, soot and cracks marred its form. The fiery wings were smudged, nearly obliterated, and jagged fissures ran through its body. The mural had been a rallying cry for hope, a dream that humans and wolves could rise together from centuries of bloodshed. Now, it felt like a taunt.

He blinked an eye and inside the sphere we saw a room that was located in a skyscraper, from where it was possible to see the fat and dense clouds passing outside, while a group of men in white and spotted costumes gathered. The words could not be heard, there was a sound similar to the wheezing of a television or the static of a radio, although the mouths of men moved forming the words. In the center of the table, Miguel observed a globe that showed a totally ruined city. On that same globe, humans attacked each other with weapons and vehicles, while around smoke and blood mixed. The images inside the globe mixed to show hundreds of tragedies around the human world, implying that their exti

It was not easy for them to have gained such an opportunity, but there was a turn of events with the sudden appearance of the copper coffin. Youri was unsatisfied with the outcome. If he knew things would have come to this, he would have destroyed the Human Race at all costs after the battle in the Cloud Universe. “Retreat,” Youri said reluctantly. Immediately afterward, he issued an order to Dolph, who was near the Human Universe. “Retreat with the army, Dolph.” The Dooms’ attempt to obliterate the humans resulted in heavy losses. James almost wiped out their army, and only a few Permanence Acmeans survived.

He dismisses all the pleas. I felt like someone was cutting my heart bit by bit. "Did you guys have something called humanity?" I spoke again, and now I am losing my shit. They are standing there like statues, as if they are all deaf and mute.

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.

My feet moved slowly through the destruction, numb with horror as bodies came into view one after another. Wolves. Pack members. Some torn apart so brutally I could barely recognize them. A child lay near the edge of the wheat fields, unmoving under the smoke, tiny fingers curled tightly around a broken lantern. My stomach twisted violently. “No…” The word barely left my throat. The entire farm was silent. No birds. No wind. No voices. Just the crackling fire and the wet sound of blood dripping somewhere nearby. Then something moved and My body froze instantly when I see it. A massive figure stood at the far end of the smoke near the destroyed fields, its too large to be human. yet, too wron

His thoughts were filled with graphic images of what could be going on in that auction ground. He had seen it before and knew how brutal it can be. Their numbers were already small, and he was trying to prevent them from going extinct. Since the Great War, there had a very low birth rate as almost all the women died either at the battle or their homes. He lets out another growl, now running at full speed. On getting there, he transforms back to his human form, his clothes still intact, and while the others were putting theirs on, he storms into the place with long angry strides, not a second longer.