My Chemical Romance This Is How I Disappear Novels & Stories

Xen asked. Carlos shook his head. "No but the moment the ghost enters into this, there's a chemical I put around it that completely sucks the life out of the ghost making it disappear just like vapor." Xen nodded. "I like it. So what is it called?" He asked. "I call it the exterminator," Carlos said as Xen smiled. "Good work." "Xen, I think you'd better come to check this out," Jason called as Xen and the other members joined in.

Rain whispered as he slid the ring onto my middle finger. "Together forever," I replied, slipping the ring onto his finger. The crowd cheered with joy, and even my father was applauding as he watched the ceremony. They all eagerly awaited our kiss. As I leaned in to kiss Rain, a sudden gust of wind roared, and one by one, everyone at the wedding began to vanish. "Cody," my mother called out. "Watch out for the wind," my father warned before disappearing right in front of me. I looked around, and everyone had disappeared, leaving only Rain and me. As the wind approached, I grabbed Rain's hand and pulled him closer, but he, too, disappeared as the wind reached us.

Edgar was still too late. I was already on a flight bound for Avernia. The moment the plane took off, I stared out the window. My heart felt oddly light, even joyful. Before leaving, I had gone through special channels to have all my records and identity back home permanently deleted. I had even had someone create an entirely new identity for me. So I didn't even need to go through the divorce procedure. From this point on, I was no longer Wanda—the girl who could be abandoned and pushed around.

He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid. "Take and drink," he said as he shoved the bowl under my nose. He withdrew at once, grinning widely. The liquid was a bit milky with some dirt at the bottom. When I shook it slightly, the chalky particles rose to the surface and a funky smell filled the air. It wasn't the water that had been given to me. Alarmed, I spilt the contents of the bowl and its wasted droplets went in different directions. The entire troop of lycans sniggered wildly, some hooting and howling in intervals.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and I let out a breath as the pretty field disappeared, morphing and I find myself inside his flat at Paris. The shattering glass caught me off guard as he throws the bottle across the room. The golden liquor spilled on the floor in front of me, but with a wave of his hand, the liquid vanished as the bright yellow sun suddenly penetrated the room almost injuring my sight. His form remains as a dark shadow, his back turned at me. “I should’ve –”

She wanted to extinguish the spark before it could breathe. Rowan moved, but he was slow. The black vines tripped him, pinning him to the floor. I didn't have time to use the blade. I didn't have time to think. I grabbed the jar and I slammed it against the stone pedestal. The glass didn't just break. It **Dissolved**. The spark of white fire hit the air and instantly expanded. It wasn't an explosion of light; it was a wave of **Color**.

The rejection is burning in my chest like a swallowed cup of acid. I'm the only one who knows Ronan is an Omega, and also the only one who knows she is drowning herself in chemicals to mask what she's not, and the fact she's my mate. Behind the door, something crashes to the floor. “Rhea?” I slam my hand against the door. “Rhea!”

After our marking ceremony, Theo had found those journals. He'd sneered at my "pathetic omega fantasies," but I'd kept them safe anyway, clinging to hope. But the day before we left his territory... I burned every single journal in a ritual fire, watching five years of one-sided love turn to ash. And as they burned, I felt nothing but relief. Just like now. "The mate bond dissolution has already been filed with the Alpha Council," I said quietly, my wolf calm and steady within me.

I gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the mate mark on his chest. The complex, magical tattoo that symbolized our eternal bond. I took a small bottle from my bag. It was a special potion, the recipe found in an ancient text from my family's library, designed specifically to erase magical marks. Silver dust, moonpetal, wolfsbane... each ingredient was priceless. I dripped the potion onto his chest. The magical tattoo began to smoke, slowly disappearing. Baton winced in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. When half the tattoo was gone, I stopped.

Even the pianist in the restaurant had not finished a single song. After dinner, I asked how she was getting home. She wiped her mouth and said, “Aren’t you going to ask how long I’m staying?” It did not matter to me. Suddenly, big fireworks started going off outside the window. Jade’s eyes lit up as she turned to watch. “Look, aren’t they beautiful? “You always surprised me with things before. Now I want to do something for you.” My expression turned even colder. “I hate fireworks the most.” My parents were a cop and a firefighter. They were killed during a mission.