I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

"Why are you doing this Ivy and why do you care if I write in this book or not." "I care because I know what it is like to feel like a ghost," I said. "I care because no one should have to be alone when they are trying to figure out who they are after something bad happens. I am good at this because I have walked the same path as you and I want to show you that the path does lead somewhere better. I am not a teacher and I am not a doctor but I am a survivor and that means we are the same."

The guy—Rick, walked away too without uttering another word to me and I watched him sit next to her, head falling backwards to rest on the wall with a soft thud. What was wrong with the people here? Everyone was weird. I swallowed, slowly rising to my feet as I ran a frantic hand over my body for injuries. There were no stab wounds on my wrist, no broken skull, nor did I have crooked or broken limbs. And I had a heartbeat also, which was thumping hard against my chest. Was I truly alive? Did he really grant me a second chance? Looking over my shoulder, I noticed the floor-to-ceiling window for the first time. Through the spotless glass, the city was fogged over, dark without electricity.

I’d failed. Every day became a careful calculation—how to hide bruises, how to force my healing to work faster before the next moonrise, how to survive just one more night. At twenty, the darkness inside my own mind grew into a forest thicker than any wilderness I had ever run through. Only Mira’s smile kept me from getting lost in it forever. Now, at twenty-two, a shard from Kael’s favorite decanter had torn through my carotid artery. Strangely… the exhaustion was gone.

But I was too far gone. A full year of torture in those cells had drained every last drop of life from me and destroyed my body's ability to heal itself. My organs were battered beyond repair, bleeding internally. Bones had been broken and reset so many times they barely held together. There wasn't a patch of unbroken skin left on me. No matter how hard Owen tried, death's shadow never lifted. I had made my peace with it. No regrets. Only relief. At least I hadn't failed Alpha Elbert and Luna.

The moment we made it to the last floor, I opened a random door and dragged them in with me. “Get out!” Those were the words that welcomed us and I shielded Elio and Rosa beside me as I raised my hand to my head. “We're looking for the rest of the survivors.” I said calmly, but one of the students had a sharpened piece of wood in his hand, making me halt. “You must be infected. We don't want you here!” He snapped and before I could speak up, Elio stepped out, his eyes wide. “J! You're alive?!” He cried out in disbelief and the rest of them gasped as they called out Elio's name in disbelief.

"I'm okay! I'm alive!" I finally exhaled. Then I looked down at my right leg. Perfectly fine. I took a few careful steps. Both feet held steady. In my last life, Tristan panicked mid-jump and clung to me. His full weight crushed me, leaving me no chance to roll. My right leg took the impact for both of us. It shattered on contact, blood soaking the grass beneath me. Tristan landed on top of me without a scratch. I writhed on the ground in pain while he just stood there, pale and frozen.

The suffocating pressure in the hall instantly eased. I let out a long breath of relief. I survived. Barely. Without another word, Nerien turned and leisurely walked toward the exit. The servants quickly stepped aside, lowering their heads as he passed. Even Riven watched him leave without saying a word. "See?" I muttered under my breath. "He's the scary final boss." Yes! I'm alive! Maybe transmigration isn't so bad after all. Maybe I'll actually survive this novel— Host, please stop celebrating prematurely.

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

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.