I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Both Ruth and I turned our heads at the same time. From the pile of zombies nearby, a blood-soaked figure crawled out with what little strength he had left. One of his arms was missing. It was Dan. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I had to admit, the guy was ridiculously tough. Falling straight into a swarm of zombies and still managing to survive?

Hey everyone Thank you so much for reading book two in the surviving my fate series. I am currently working on book three Surviving My Blood as well as some other books in the series. Surviving my blood will start having chapters posted on a weekly basis and the first chapter is already up. It will also be the final book in Kaydence and Dominics story as the other books will focus on the other Allied Alphas and them finding their mates. I am also working on book two to For the Love of Death which I have titled For the Children of Death and that will also have weekly chapters posted. I am also planning to work on a murder myster novel that my grandmother inspired me to write which is called M

Like an invisible hand, the disgusting stench tightly clamped Sean's throat. He staggered backward a few steps, grasped the nearby wall, and began to vomit violently, his face as pale as paper. Inside the shipping container, the heat wave attacked him with the stench of death. A small, curled-up figure lay quietly in the corner, motionless, with her skin taking on an unnatural bluish-gray color, showing no sign of life. "No... No way..." Sean muttered to himself, his voice shaking uncontrollably. He could not believe what he was seeing.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

On the first page of the journal, written in a thirteen-year-old boy’s handwriting, were eight haunting words: “If you found this… I survived.” ⸻ — End of Chapter 36 —

"Damian, a lot happened over the last four years. My first year over there, I heard a group of Corvians was trapped in an air strike, so I ran straight into a hot zone to look for you. "A bomb went off right next to me. I lost 60% of the hearing in my left ear. Did you ever bother to ask about that?" Damian froze, his eyes dropping to my scarred earlobe. "My second year looking for you, I took a bullet to the leg. I had to crawl out of the trenches on my hands and knees because I refused to die in a ditch over there. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again," I continued. "Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reas

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

Alex said while lowering his eyes to his stomach. "That we are." David learned to plant a kiss on his forehead. "And you know what!" Alex looked up and saw David looking at him with all the adoration and love in his eyes. He always melts under his gaze. "We only think that we won't survive if anything happens that is out of our imagination, like after the accident, like without parents, like without a shelter. But we do, we fight for it and in the end, we survive. Just like we did. After everything was taken from us, we fought our way out of that darkness and found our way to live." David replied and Alex can swear that he saw that blink of proudness in David's eyes. And why won't he be prou

Fred hoped that Virginia would feel very satisfied with his perfect job. But then, a sound of crowd suddenly heard around the warehouse. Fred and his friends tried to check from inside the building and they could see the same uniform of mafia clan who killed his friends in the past. “Fuck! They found me again!? How could it be!” Fred went panic because he did not expect that the situation would turn this fast. Fred then asked everyone to escape as soon as possible leaving the poor fragile Michelle stained inside the building. But their intention to escape was useless. One by one, Fred’s friends were shot by the mafia and it scared Fred to death. He started to get traumatized due to his past

Even though i know its not safe to drink, dehydration kills faster than an upset stomach. That's how my day went, small moments of work frequently interrupted by breaks to go to the bathroom or to drink water. I have a very long night ahead of me again. The next day I can barely drag myself out of the clearing. The only thing that gave me the strength to get out of the primitive bed of leaves was the message I received: I can't die this way! I refuse to accept it! I don't know who i was before i lost my memory, I don't know if i was a soldier or a clerk, but dying from stomach issues... where is the dignity in that!?