I Survived Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I learned that the hard way. I was once being a coward as well by trying to kill myself but I guess my time had not come to leave this earth yet. Life kept on giving me chances to make my hell life better and thank god I did not died. I had learnt so many lessons from this cruel world and I kept on moving with determination and strong will power. Though there were many times I broke down...I gave up but the voice within me told me to buckle up and make myself capable, brawny and indestructible.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures. Humanity—once the ruler of Earth—proved pitifully fragile in the face of absolute natural force. Perhaps, in some corners of the world, there were survivors like me, hiding within their own arks, waiting for the planet's next cycle. Perhaps, hundreds or thousands of years from now, when the heat finally receded and glaciers returned, new life would sprout again from this burned wasteland. But none of that had anything to do with me. I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

No one felt safe. Then I came along. I used to kill without word, without thought, without feeling. 12 Families, using the very land I planned to live out my last days. 12 families I have removed from meaningless deaths. I got out of the car, and went to the center where the rest of the families were sitting, watching the kids run around and play. “ Good evening everyone!!” “Good evening,” They all replied. “ I have a new guest for you. Please welcome him with open arms as I have done you. Please show him around and help him work through this new chapter in his life.”

I mused. Many people had insulted Jason in the past, but he hadn't gone as far as this. Warrior Bob suddenly twisted, and he groaned in pain. I breathed a relieved sigh. He wasn't dead. It wasn't as if I were happy either because that would mean he'd try to torment me again. But at least he was alive. I need answers to the questions in my head. He seemed to be the appropriate person to give me what I wanted.

For the first time, we could let go of all our masks. I watched the fire and remembered the morning I was reborn. I woke up screaming the day after Grandpa’s funeral. Drenched in cold sweat. Everything in the dream had been so real—the zombies’ roars, my family’s betrayal, the final, desperate pain as Liam pushed me into the horde to save himself. But when I looked at the calendar, I realized something. I had been reborn. I was back before the game even started. The first person to confirm my suspicions was Chloe.

"Who are you? Why do you appear whenever I'm in danger? When the thug beat me up, you bit him, and when the page picked on me, you fought back. Who exactly are you?" My hands were still shaking as I picked up the charcoal. After thinking about it, I wrote beneath the lines, "I am you." After a pause, I added, "The only one you can trust." With that, I folded the paper and tucked it into my clothes. … After escaping the old alchemist, I became a shadow lodged in King Ragnar's bones. When he was exiled, and the escorting guards tried to freeze him to death in the snow, I stole a ragged coat under the cover of darkness. I was caught stuffing it into my arm and received a beating.

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.