Humanity Lost Graphic Novels & Stories

Being Theo’s lover, I share a room with him, but I am always too exhausted that the instant my body touches the bed, I fall asleep. In the morning, incessant knocking on the door will wake me up. The breakfast and bath will come in and I will be ushered back to the study room. There is too much to read and study, and there are times that I won’t notice the rain and wind pattering against the boat. At least, until the weather shakes the ship. “After the war and the werewolves lost the battle, what happened to human society?” Harbin asks. It’s almost dark, and he is doing his usual end-of-day checking of the things I have learned.

: The Earth-Archive and the Cradle-System. ​"If we un-print the Cradle, we lose the 'Universal Library' and every deleted soul," the Architect said. "If we un-print the Earth-Archive... we lose the 'Ground.' The Keryon will survive as ghosts again, but humanity will be erased from the physical plane." ​The "Billionaire’s Debt-Bride" was being asked to make the final audit. Which world was worth the sacrifice? ​The Signature of the 103rd ​I looked at the "Third Edition" vellum. The page was no longer blank; it was filled with the dancing, mercury-violet light of the Keryon and the steady, golden-indigo of the Human.

"But look what your precious freedom created." An image of Earth materialized in the air between them, spinning slowly. It flashed with the brutal, unrelenting history of humanity—wars fought over borders, senseless violence in the streets, devastating loss, agonizing disease, and catastrophic grief. It was humanity at its absolute worst, a raw testament to the chaos of free will. Ava couldn't look away from the tragic display.

The sight of my cute students filled my heart with warmth. Life there was hard, but their faces were full of bright, happy smiles. It had been so many years since I felt so happy. Wendy often visited me with Mary. Through our hard work, we established a charity foundation that made life better for my students. Two years later, Wendy and I threw a bonfire party for my students. Out of nowhere, a disheveled man charged toward us with a knife in his hand. The flickering light made his face look incredibly terrifying.

With her help, I should be able to figure out what has been keeping all of the orphans from being able to transform. The idea that it could also be psychological is scary. If it is something that their minds are stopping them from doing then we will have to go through a few tests to see if we can break them out of it. If something really traumatic happens to a young pup then they sometimes lose the ability to shift. The theory behind it is that they are no longer able to turn into a wolf without losing themselves to the grief. Once they lose themselves to grief in wolf form they have the chance of losing their mind as well once they give in to the wolf side completely.

I spun around going through all universes and landed on the universe I knew it was reporting on. "It looks like the universe of wild life no longer exists." I stated as I looked at the universes map that was now completely grey and lifeless. In a few hundred years all wildlife would be gone forever and all humans would suffer. They would never understand or be able to fix their problems. I looked back down at the next page and sliced through it. I didn't even have to look up at the screen that was going off now. The universe of empathy and humanity. How ironic is it that the second page is a universe that helps fuel all hope in mortal realms. How fitting.

I’ve also lost an uncle and a cousin who belonged in a different pack. Each time we would see a human, we would be reminded of our losses, of how we were betrayed. If some of the Vampires were still alive, they would certainly be laughing at us right now. They treated humans as livestock while the humans treated their saviors as toys that they could easily get rid of whenever boredom strikes them. No matter how quick and strong the wolves are, with advance human devices, we are still bound to lose. We had to put justice in our hands because it will never be served for the likes of us.

He looks like Uncle Xerxes’ wolf from my memories, except now his eyes are jet black. “He’s lost his humanity,” Xavier says, as he stares at him. “His humanity? Is that possible?” I ask as I stare at him while he focuses his attention on my mother. “I have heard about it before. Wolves lose their humanity and become ghost wolves.” “How can the human die but the wolf lives?” I ask, confused by all of this. If Uncle Xerxes died. Why is his wolf still living? “The human doesn’t die, their soul leaves the body. The wolf remains, but he slowly loses his mind without his other half.” He explains.

The entire resources, of a Continent, had been pillaged—to partially expose the Continent's core. It was going to take this Continent another billions-of-years, to repair its damage. If it could ever repair itself again. However, all living creatures were already dead by now. However, not willing to wait another breath time, and, with his trident firmly gripped, the Bloody Red Humanoid figure charged at the Black Being. This was going to be the showdown.

Willing to do anything. And God help anyone in Luna's path. Because mercy had died with Hailey. Compassion had died with Lucy. Humanity had died with seventeen warriors. All that remained was purpose. Singular. Absolute. Terrible. Destroy the conspiracy. Whatever it cost. Whoever it killed. However much it corrupted. That was the goal. The mission. The only thing that mattered. Hope would either survive or she wouldn't. Love would either matter or it wouldn't. Humanity would either return or it was gone forever.