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The Vanishing Mark

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-14 18:21:59

Kade Velian POV

I am Kade Velian, an Elite operative for Xavier Wolfgang’s private supernatural enforcement squad. I never miss my targets but this boy. This anomaly, has just vanished from my radar. I had him.

The bracelet gleamed clear as day in that photo. Right there, left wrist, tucked just under the cuff of his button-down. Smiling like he had not ripped the roots of a forgotten empire straight out of the ground with his birth.

I should have moved faster. I should have taken the shot. Instead, I watched. I waited. I studied. Because prey this rare… deserves finesse. Not a bullet in the back. But now? Now he is gone. No trail. No scent.No echo. Just static.

I pace across the motel floor, boots creaking on the faded linoleum. The map on the wall is covered in pins and red string, photos of Zenith and her family scattered across it like an investigation board.

Her mother, oblivious. Genuinely human. Her coworkers? Not so much. One of them might have been a dhampir. Another, defin
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