I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

After a moment, I finally spoke slowly, "Brother Evan, I didn’t mean to hide this from you. What I’m about to say might sound a little strange." At this point, I trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it into words. Mom placed the fruit on the coffee table and handed each of us a strawberry. "Just say it. It’s all over the news now. How much longer could you have hidden it from him?" "I was reborn," I continued. "In my past life, the apocalypse began on December 12th. I only survived for two years!" "The apocalypse? Reborn? Not a war?" Evan Olson was stunned. His entire worldview shattered.

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.

I vowed to kill every last one of them if I lived. I passed out from blood loss, but when I woke I was still alive and on the mend. The doctors were not able to tell me how I survived. I started to wonder if one of those freaks turned me like them. I was on the verge of killing myself when he walked in. Lt Col Jerald Shivers debriefed me about what I saw. Officially they were insurgents, unofficially they were people of interest. He also informed me that I was treated with an experimental drug which is why I healed so quickly.

The solid gold fire in his eyes faded back into his deep, dark gaze, though a tiny spark of warmth remained. "It worked," Trevor breathed, collapsing against a bookcase. "We are officially not dead. I’m going to write a book about this. *The Art of Not Combusting*, by Trevor. It’ll be a bestseller." Lucien looked down at his etched forearms, then up at his sister, his expression filled with a profound, quiet gratitude. "You saved me, Gina." "We're a family," Gina said, leaning against Gabriel as her body completely gave out from exhaustion. Gabriel scooped her up into his arms, kissing her forehead gently as he held her close.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

I lay curled up in the snow, and the little beige blanket around me lay buried beneath it, blending into the white. I tried to sit up, but I found myself floating instead. Glancing down, I saw my small, curled-up body lying still. My cheeks had turned purple from the cold, my lips were dark, and frost clung to my long lashes. That was me, yet I now hovered above it all. I tried to touch my body, but my fingers slid through it like fog. At that moment, I knew I was dead, and the shock held me still for a long time.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

But it turned out, I had still underestimated just how much the author favored him. The dagger was knocked from my hand and clattered to the floor. Winson’s eyes were filled with amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse as he watched me struggle, the heavy scent of alcohol washing over me. His hands roamed over me. Realizing how bad the situation was, I shouted. "I’m pregnant. You can’t touch me." The contact on my body slowly disappeared. I knew he had stopped. Relief barely settled before a cold scoff sounded above me.