I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I survived because I found strength in the small things - my grandmother’s quiet hugs, my siblings’ laughter, the way the moonlight filtered through the trees and reminded me that Selene was still watching. I survived because even when I wanted to give up, there was a voice inside me that whispered: Not yet. Not like this. You are more than what he did to you. I am not what he did to me. I am not the silence he forced me to keep. I am not his crime. I am still here, scarred but not broken.

I had no one left. After I was diagnosed with cancer, my relatives stopped visiting, my parents slowly accepted that I might not survive, and the man I had been dating disappeared. Dante was the only person who stayed. He sold what little he had, paid for my treatment, and made me believe that love could survive anything. That belief had carried me through ten years of pain. During treatment, I kept working remotely under Professor Evelyn Shaw. Her closed medical research project accepted only a few doctoral candidates each year. She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante.

When I pulled myself out of the pile of garbage, covered from head to toe in dirt and filth, I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, this very day was when everything fell apart. Jackson Miller, a poor student, had lost his chance at receiving the national scholarship. Consequently, he threatened to jump off the rooftop in despair. I rushed up there without hesitation to save him and risked my life. Instead of being grateful, he framed me as the one who had pushed him.

When she sprinted towards her mother, she wasn’t paying much attention to him. When she was cornered, Yuna thought of a billion ways to get out of this situation. She then realized that she had a taser with her. She invented a taser in this world for emergencies. She avoided a ninja’s sword swiftly and put the taser on his stomach. The ninja began twitching when the taser touched. He instantly dropped to the floor while twitching.

Diamonds, rubies, and emeralds sparkled around the gold coins. “So was it worth it?” Brock asked as he kept his hand in his pocket. “Sir?” Victor asked. “Was it worth killing four people to find this?” Brock sneered. “Because you’re not going to be able to enjoy your new found wealth from prison, Victor.” “What!” Victor exclaimed. “I didn’t kill anyone.” “You had motive and opportunity, Victor,” Lexi said sadly. “I did not,” Victor said and stood up. “I didn’t kill anyone. It wasn’t me.”

Each time it tried to grab David, David would dodge and immediately counter with a club attack. Eventually, the creature started to become weak. David could hear its children cry out for its abused parent. No… don’t kill it. Just enough. The creature twitched rapidly on the floor. Its breathing was weak. David stopped before he could deal the killing blow. Now… let’s see if you can survive this… and if your children will evolve. Let’s hope, no predator finds you. Once done with his gruesome but necessary work, David walks away. Okay… I started to experiment… If it evolves, then surviving a near-death experience can constitute a requirement for evolution… I just need to wait… I’ll stay here t

Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell. I reached the edge of the pit and, without a second thought, jumped in. The hot embers burned my skin, and the smoke choked me, but I ignored it. I clawed through the ashes, my voice a raw whisper. "No, no, no… Please. There has to be something left." My hands were cut and burned by the hot coals, blood mixing with soot and mud, but I kept digging. In a pile of debris that hadn't completely burned, I found the remains of a photo album.

Egan said and ate the soup deliciously. "Unfortunately, if they didn't find out, you would have lived a free life like a human." The woman said. Uri asked Egan and the woman. "Can you explain why you live here, and why do you say I am not human?" "We were all discovered and killed by the Red Leaves. We escaped and found this secret cave." Mr. Egan replied. "Do you know anything about vampires?" "Yes, I have read a lot about vampires." Uri shoveled a spoonful of soup into his mouth, wanting to eat this delicious hot food more than the dry packets of biscuits in his backpack.

The kind of stillness that came after exhaustion, when adrenaline had faded and your limbs no longer obeyed. I lit a small fire in a hollow of stone, keeping the flame low and shielded. The warmth helped ease the ache in my fingers and chase off the crawling sense of wrongness I still carried from the clearing. I ate without tasting—dried meat, the last of the trail mix, a crushed wrapper I’d forgotten in the bottom of my bag. Then came the notebook. The one with the thick paper and the smooth black cover. I flipped it open past sketches of trees, paw prints, stray notes I barely understood.

Afraid even the sound of my breath would bring them back. The sounds of their footsteps faded away slowly. I listened, sitting still until they faded completely. Silence followed and I waited. One minute, two, three that was when I breathed a sigh of relief. They were gone. My arm gave out and my cheek hit the ground. I closed my eyes feeling the pain, it didn’t matter, I was alive. The man’s words echoed in my mind. “Just a villager”