Mount Shasta Disappearances Novels & Stories

They had discovered true vampires just a little too late. She finally had to move on to something else. She'd spent the day working on the morning star problem, putting numbers and rough dates of disappearances down in a spreadsheet as well as putting markers on G****e Earth. They'd gotten a few responses from out of state, but most of the faerie disappearances were occurring right there in Georgia. There was an entire colony down in Macon that hadn't reported in, which surprised those in the colony of Nature's Glory. Relations between the two groups had always been amicable.

But then she quickly masks it, nodding along with the same explanation that Adam had given me. “Ethan was one of your business partners. He was on the cruise with you guys…” Stella says that when the accident happened, he disappeared. They’re still searching for him and the others and she hopes that they find Ethan, as well as the other people soon. Her words are almost identical to what Adam told me, but the way she says it feels rehearsed, like she’s reading from a script. Something about her tone makes me uneasy, and I can’t help but feel like she’s not telling me the whole truth.

I didn't want to pressure him, but I couldn't let anything wrong happen to this lovely, innocent girl, so I decided to share more info with him. "Three of our warriors disappeared the same day they went on patrol. The tracks leading to the valley of three ponds near the access road to the sawmill stopped there. It was as if they had vanished into thin air." I slumped in my seat, sharing the most closely guarded details of a case that involved only a few people. "Zero traces, no scents, no clues. Three tall lycans disappeared as if they had evaporated." I added, still trying to understand what that meant.

I flipped through my notes, skimming over scribbled dates and statements from my earlier research: - Six people have been missing in the last four months. - Last seen near “The Deadwood” - Locals refuse to talk about it—fearful? Superstitious? - Rumors of “animal attacks” with no evidence. I tapped my pen against the paper. Animal attacks. That was the official story floating around. Bears, wolves—whatever helped keep people calm. But the bodies, or rather the lack of them, didn’t match that theory. No remains had ever been recovered. No trails. No blood.

I clear my throat and take a deep breath before I start talking, I need to he careful how I tell this story, because Samuel is a smart man. “So a couple of years ago, I was down in Boston and I got a call from a colleague of mine down in Glendale Pack. They had five people go missing and then he said they found them but they were all dead. He said that their bodies were decapitated and they had these strange markings on them. Now, you know that Glendale is a small pack, they didn't have the facilities needed for a case like this, so I went down there with all the equipments that I could carry.

Ethan nodded. "The footprints overlap." He looked toward the doorway. "At least three people were taken from here." The realization spread through the room like ice. Kael hadn't stumbled into this alone. Others had been captured. Others were now somewhere ahead. Scarlett's gaze drifted toward the shattered window overlooking the mountains. A terrible feeling settled deep inside her. Whatever waited at Moonwater Lake was no longer just a secret waiting to be uncovered. People were already dying to protect it. Or to possess it.

Would she try to see the babies and end up disappeared to some address no one would ever find? Her phone buzzed. Low battery warning. 15% remaining. She needed to finish. She needed to get every single page documented before Dr. Reid came back. She opened the camera app again and started photographing the addresses she’d found. Rebecca Hall’s apartment in Oakland. Lauren Pierce’s unit in San Jose. Patricia Moss’s contact information. Two contained. One escaped. Four disappeared into nothing. And Mia made eight. She was shoving the files back into their folder when she heard footsteps in the hallway.

The transport never arrived. One hour after my call to Torres, Rebecca's phone exploded with notifications. Not messages. Emergency alerts. News feeds. Video streams from twenty-three cities simultaneously. "Thunder Bay Riders in Minnesota. Raided thirty minutes ago." "Black Canyon MC in Colorado. Forty-seven arrests." "Pacific Nomads in California. Federal agents with military support." Antonio pulled up a map. Red markers appeared across the country. Each one a club being raided. Each one growing by the minute.

Only frozen ridges and narrow stone paths guided us deeper into the wilderness. The mountains rose like dark giants around us. Jasmine held onto the door as the Jeep bounced over rocks. “How far is this place?” “Not far,” I said quietly. Sam’s voice came through the vehicle speakers. “Consortium aircraft have lost your thermal signature.” Mei turned in her seat. “Lost us?” “Yes.” “The mountain terrain combined with the stealth masking from the bunker systems disrupted their tracking.” Jasmine let out a breath. “So Michelle doesn’t know where we are anymore?”

Haven reads the one in Crescent City, Solace reads the other deep within Moon River, and Esperanza, the last one, at the heart of Angel Cove. There are human cities as well. San Francisco, Redding, Los Angeles, Eureka, Sacramento. They are with neutral black dots. Then there are the red-marked spots, bold blood red x’s: Pleasant Valley, Casper Grove, Ruby Ridge, Hollow Cliff, and a dozen other centers. “Do each of those red marks have captured wolves?” I ask as I gaze at their handiwork, my heart thumping. How many of our people have disappeared into one of those nightmares?