Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

Every minute that passes feels like another inch we’re losing. Yesterday, we went to the police again to file an official missing child report. The officer barely hid the fact that he didn’t expect much to come out of it. "We’ll do our best,” he said, but I could tell it was just protocol to him. A tick on a checklist. No urgency. No soul. This morning, something strange happened.

A few officers were arguing over paperwork; a sergeant barked at a junior officer about missing reports; a woman stood at the front desk crying softly into a tissue. Typical chaos. I headed for the hallway where they kept public bulletins the space where families came looking for updates, where they posted notices about identification, property retrieval, and unclaimed bodies. That last part tightened something in my chest. Rogue deserved better than to be unclaimed. I scanned the board quickly and then froze. Her name wasn’t there, neither was her photo or her case number. For a second, fear shot through me the kind that started in my stomach and climbed into my throat.

I wonder how I can find someone I have only seen in my mind, that is probably in some sort of trouble or pain. 'Look into the databases for missing supernaturals and humans. We have the access.' Cash states. There aren't many supernaturals fitting her description that are missing, but looking through the human missing headlines I see one that says, "Young Girl only survivor of deadly house fire, now missing." There is a description in the article that sounds like my girl.. But doesn't give a name, probably because she was too young. And this article dates back 15 years ago. And this is close to me. To our pack. And it's the most recent case. I was 7 years old my self at the time. The article

King just hoped it was in one piece and still sucking in air. For just one second, he allowed himself to think about Pete and Jillian Karr; their pale, stricken faces had haunted his dreams for the past week. Despite not being wealthy people, they'd hired King's Men after almost a week of cooperating with the police. The cops were doing their best, but Freddie was the eighth newborn to go missing from hospitals all over Colorado in the past four months, and they were simply overwhelmed by false leads and mired in jurisdictional red tape.

As I’m sitting at my table drinking my coffee and reading the paper, I come across a missing person’s article. Another young woman who disappeared without a trace. Like so many before this one, the woman was young, pretty, well-liked by everyone and happy in her life. The family is quoted with the usual “we just don’t understand how someone could do this to our angel.”

“Not at all.” “Why?” Mateo’s tone hardened. “Just to be clear— is it considered a norm for a minor left under your care to go missing and you don't lodge a missing person's complaint ” “Never,” Dr Merrill replied sharply. “We didn't keep quiet. According to our record, the boy was discharged days back, but his mother never picked him, and when he was finally confirmed missing, we called multiple times since she's a detective but she didn't disburse her self to know the reason for the call”

CHAPTER TWO. ****** Logan sat tiredly on his desk while lazily flipping through documents of missing persons. There has been quite a frighteningly increasing number of Missing persons in the last months. All ranging from children to adults, men, women, old, and young, none is an exception. This has left Logan with more questions than answers. No one has been able to bring any information. All he had were bizarre statements from the loved ones of the said missing person/persons. One statement seemed so ridiculously meaningless, it almost sounded like a lazy prank by an amateur.

I held the thin sheet in my hand and lifted my gaze toward Giselle's mother, who was still anxiously digging through her daughter's closet. In that moment, all the noise in the dorm seemed to vanish. All I could hear was the thud of my own heartbeat. So this… this was what they were really trying to run from. I raised the test report in my hand. "Um," I said. "I think… I might have just found out why they disappeared."

Miss Mazur was quoted as saying. Christie had done no follow-up on this case, either. There had been no interviews with her friends or neighbors, no search for a missing minor, no public call for witnesses or assistance. Just the bare facts of the disappearance were taken into the report with the later addition of the discovery of the girl’s remains. In the woods. In the same place that Jessica Gilbert’s were found a year later, and Joe diMucci’s were found a year after that. And all three of them had gone missing on the same day.

“Now while this is far from good news, I do feel validated.” “Care to fill the rest of us in?” Tyson grumbles. “Your Alpha was able to find a missing person’s report that matches the man you currently have in your cells. The unfortunate news is he was a missing person we only recently flagged,” she sighs. “What does that mean?” Chris asks leaning forward. “We monitor missing persons around the world. Very often a person goes missing and their disappearance is directly related to something supernatural. We look for the signs and try to assess if a law has been broken, or a situation requires our intervention,” Nuray explains.