And Then She Was Gone Novels & Stories

Her skin heated until it felt like I was holding live coals in my palms. Before I could see anything, her body disappeared from under our hands. "NO!" Tag's shout echoed through the empty room. He sounded as if his heart and soul had been blasted into a zillion pieces. I ached as if mine had been obliterated as well. She was gone.

And then, suddenly, it wasn't. The heat was high between us, and both of us were lost in the moment. But then, everything changed, and she was gone. I couldn't understand it. I tried to join the dots in my head, attempting to get to the root of the reason for her sudden disappearance and how she had turned into ashes.

What did she mean, gone? “That’s impossible,” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “You said it was safe. You said no one knew about it!” “I thought it was safe!” she shot back, her voice trembling now. “But when I went to check this morning… it was gone. Completely gone. The storage was empty, Haven. There’s nothing left!” The body was gone. That wasn’t just evidence, it was the only thing tying me to what had happened that night. The only thing that could prove…

"Vanessa? Little fox? Nessa?" With trembling hands, I reached for the familiar scent of her presence but found only the lingering remnants of her essence, fading like a whisper on the wind. Where had she gone? Why had she left without a word? As the minutes stretched into eternity, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon me, a suffocating reminder of the gaping void that now occupied the space where she once stood.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. And then she was gone. Again. Leaving me standing in the dark, fists clenched, knowing I was fucked.

With that, she turned and walked away, her silhouette looking lonely and forsaken. After handling Grandma’s funeral, I left that hometown behind—a place filled with a lot of bittersweet memories. Without any hesitation, I boarded a plane to a southern town where it was warm all year-round. Down there, the flowers bloomed all year round, and the sunshine was blissfully warm.

“She is gone. She is…” Blake looked at her questioningly. “What is gone?” “Circe is gone. My wolf is gone.”

She looks diminished, as if the thing that was holding her upright has been quietly removed. We barely make it to her before she begins to weep. My legs lose their strength, my belly losing its substance. "Chu-Children," she blubbers, "H-he's gone." She looks at all of us, and then at no one. "Your father is gone.”

No warmth, no breathing that wasn't his own, no gentle stirring of chaos magic that had become as familiar as his own heartbeat. Gone. The word hit him like physical blow, like void-enhanced weapon cutting through defenses he hadn't known he'd lowered. She was gone. Not in the washroom, not on the balcony, not somewhere within reach—gone with completeness that made the chamber feel like tomb. Gone, and the bed is cold. How long has she been gone? How long have I been sleeping alone while she... while she...

“Look, it's all gone.” My brows furrowed, “And?” Her crazed expression returned, as her face scrunched up with disdain as though she'd just eaten a lemon, “And? I said they were all gone, healed! And all you have to say is and? It's because of her isn't it?”