I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Five years later, Noah became the CEO of ten companies and the leading business man for the whole market, he achieved so much in so little, that even his teacher and adoptive father was surprised and proud of his success paste; but that all changed, when it happened. One day, a portal opened from the ground and unknown creatures came out of it, that will be later called demons, they destroyed everything, they ate people, destroyed cities and anything that they passed by and the low percentage of people that survived, either made a contract with them or fought against them, and Noah was one of the latters.

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.

"I'm here." "Did we win?" "Yes. We won." He smiled. "Then it's over." I nodded. "Yes. It's over." I pulled him into an embrace. We held each other. The survivors were cheering. The infected were retreating. The war was over. I had done it. I had saved the world. I had saved everyone. I collapsed. I was tired. Exhausted. Broken. But I was alive. Adrian was alive. And we had won. I smiled. Then everything went black.

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!?

This is saying out loud: this happened to me, and I survived it, and I'm still here. I open to chapter seven. This is the chapter about the park. About the moment that fractured everything and then started putting it back together in a different shape. About the attack. About what he did. About what I did. About the specific moment when I understood that survival wasn't the same thing as living. I start reading.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me. The searing heat vanished. The air dropped instantly. I looked up, squinting. A sleek, matte-black umbrella, large enough to shield a small vehicle, was being held over me. Standing there was a man I had only seen in the forbidden archives of the vampire history books. Caspian Vane. The exiled Pureblood. The man the Lightwoods feared more than the sun itself. In my previous life, I had written letters to this man, begging for help. But, every letters were crushed in Edward's arms before they could sneak out of his gothic manor.

“I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!” … With Victor dead, the base fell into chaos. Before anyone could react, I raided the food and weapons storage and slipped away overnight. On the road, I ran into Francie, barely clinging to life. She and a group of familiar faces from the block slashed my tires, trying to rob me. “Well, look who’s still alive.” Under her terrified gaze, I pulled out a handgun and ended them with a few shots. I switched on the radio, made myself a quick hot meal, and kept driving.

"You want me to be your personal doctor? Mr. Smith, you really need someone more capable!" As I turned to grab my bag and leave, a bullet hit the ground right next to my foot. However, I have faced death before, so that threat did not scare me. I quickly crouched down, drew a sharp dagger, and lunged at Justin. "Do you all really not understand how serious this is?" Justin looked at me with icy, indifferent eyes. "You're brave, but it's not enough."

I nodded my head as I stared at the drawing before me. "It looks like a picture, Ames", Katy whispered, peaking over my other shoulder. "I agree", Jaxon uttered. I sighed as I pushed the book into the Chief's hands. "It's a perfect, still image of a memory", I smiled grimly. "I'll have it digitally scanned and get you your book back", he assured me, as he continued to stare at the page.