Mount Shasta Disappearances の小説・ストーリー

"What happened to him?" "Killed in a flash flood. We found a portal in the Superstition Mountains, Arizona. It took us to the gold rush era, and we went from there to the Monument Valley, riding with gunslingers for several days, spending a life full of wild west adventure. We got careless and spent the night in one of the slot canyons near Lee's Ferry. It's near the Utah border with the Colorado River flowing right next to it. I survived but he didn't, got swept away, and I couldn't find his body." "I'm really sorry about your loss. Is there any chance that he survived?"

ADAM VAUGH We were out two nights in a row, I look through the car window and is cloudy, a storm is coming. Afternoon falls, soon it will be almost three days that Samantha was kidnapped and we don’t have get a clue. I called my brothers and set up with Hunter and Kayden at our meeting point, we got in a diner near the road that goes to Mount Hood Meadows, one of the main ski resorts in the state of Oregon. I ordered three double coffees and Hunter and Kayden ordered a large rare porterhouse steak portion. Our wolves are on the surface, I can almost feel the pleasure of a deadly hunt, of feeling in my throat my prey getting destroyed in my mouth.

“There’ll always be a way. Believe me, okay?” With that, Stanley gently picked up Xyla and started carrying her down the hill one step at a time. Xyla allowed Stanley to carry her. Her gaze naturally landed upon the white temple at the top of the hill. Right then, a mysterious incident occurred. The temple suddenly disappeared before her very eyes, just like how Cornelius vanished. There was neither sight nor sound of it. Xyla felt chills down her spine when she saw this. What was going on? Why would the temple disappear too?

The kind of tragedies that happened in a city of four million people. "Authorities are investigating possible connections between the deaths," the anchor said, "but so far, police say there's no evidence of coordinated attacks. In other news, the FBI has announced they've closed their investigation into alleged human trafficking operations in Santa Barbara due to lack of evidence..." Victoria's compound raid had found nothing. She'd disappeared like smoke, leaving only empty rooms and confused low level employees who knew nothing. The FBI's witness, Nina Volkov, had recanted her testimony after receiving a mysterious deposit of half a million dollars in an offshore account.

Lila's pov Silas Steele had disappeared six years ago. Officially, he was dead. According to every surviving record Garrett managed to uncover, he’d been listed among the casualties after the massacre. Another elder lost during the hunters’ attack. But dead men didn’t leave financial trails. And they definitely didn’t keep receiving payments. The evidence hidden beneath the ruins changed everything. For the next week, the team followed every lead Silas had left behind. Bank transfers. False identities. Human contacts.

I ask, though I already know the answer from his expression. "None. Once they're taken, they're gone." The call ends, leaving Harper and me in my kitchen staring at maps and reports that paint an increasingly grim picture. Maya is upstairs sleeping, blissfully unaware that her mother has become part of a pattern of organized disappearances targeting specific members of wolf communities. "It's not random," Harper says, studying the geographic distribution of missing persons reports. "Look at the timing—all of these disappearances happened within six weeks of documented dimensional anomalies in their areas."

I asked surprised. “Why wouldn’t I? Reasonable people would Ana.” I waited for him to explain. “Look, I aint saying this, just because I’m one of your friends, the moment Mr. Snitch revealed our destination. I did a little research on it. And I came across, few articles about that forest. One of the articles, which dated… approximately three years ago, said that an ancient tribal group named Kuwamish, who were very dangerously less in number, has decided to leave the forest, for some unknown reason. And exactly four months from that article another journal was released claiming that, the whole group has ceased to exist, and that none of them were alive anymore. They defended their theory, by

After a couple more hours of poring over articles, slugging Bawls energy drinks, and three trips to the rest room, I put together what I knew to bring me to the Waffle House off I-10 at Midnight. Even without the fingerprints, I knew that the hand belonged to Shannon Bates, but who could prove it. The federal authorities were never called in to assist. Nor were they called five years later for Judith Myers or five years after that when another coed went missing on Halloween and the nipples of presumably Myers were discovered on the kitchen counter in the off-campus apartment of the third victim, Simone Carpenter.

he said. I opened a portal right there in the room, Kane and I stepped through it and I headed directly for the shed. The computers were still buzzing but no new reports had come in, things were quiet and for the time being hunters had gone underground after the attack in Montana. I opened the copy of Sierra’s pack file that I still had and read through it, this time taking in all the information about her. My eyes skipped to the last section on the one page information sheet at the back of her file when they had just found her.

His voice was low, almost a whisper. However, before he could say anything further, the meeting room door opened again. Stella entered again, her face more somber this time. "We have a problem." Altair straightened his body. "What now?" Stella shook her head. "Not 'what', but 'who'. Andhara and Nathalie. They disappeared." Altair stared at Stella with a hardened jaw. "How is that possible?" "I don't know. But if they escaped, it would only reinforce my suspicion that they are indeed dangerous."