The Last To Vanish Novels & Stories

My fingers shook as I opened a mind-link with William, whispering with the last shred of strength I had: “Come get the camera. See the truth... with your own eyes.” It was my final day in this world—I could feel it deep in my bones. But if I had to die, then I would at least take the lies down with me. So I walked out into the cold, stormy night. My legs barely held me, but I didn’t stop. Step by step, I vanished into the endless dark. I crept toward the grave with the last breath I had left, whispering to the guard in a voice too faint to be heard:

After the meeting with his papa, he didn't come home to Dave. He just wanted to take a walk alone without anyone knowing where he was. He just wanted to take a walk alone without anyone knowing where he was. Turning off any connections on his cellphone, so he can't be contacted. He wants to be alone. Completely alone. Even when he knew Lia and Salsa were calling him, he didn't pick up. Aini really wishes to be alone. Somehow, he disappeared from the face of this earth. He wanted so badly to go far away without anyone knowing. He was bored, tired, even crying was of no use. Not only that, but he remains the victim for what he does not want to do.

-⊰᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽⊱- Now he was in the garden, he was watching those clouds move slowly as he looked up at that sky that was now dark, it was dark with only the stars being a kind of light source as the moon was being cruelly plugged. "When the last violet withers, when the last being gives its last sigh" he began to hum while admiring that immensity "when our hands will come loose, when our eyes will dare to close? at that moment, and not even then will I be completely sure that it will happen... at that moment I will stop loving you." It was only that part that he remembered, that was all he had in his memory, and for some reason... he felt it was not the whole song.

He was brought back to his senses by Karen's voice which reached his ears from the other room, "let's go." "Go my son, all will be okay. You don't have to worry," she insisted when she saw that he was rooted to the spot still staring at her. Chester while he was still standing looking at her, he felt being pulled by an irresistible force, as he was going, he saw the woman whom he had just talked to some few seconds ago being eaten away as if by a chemical and in no time, there was nothing left but an ugly skeleton which stood still waving it's hand at him as he left.

Selene Before sunset I turned my quarters into a crime scene, and it was all for one man. Maps covered the table and more maps littered the floor. I had alley sketches pinned to the wall with iron tacks. Timelines were written in ink on parchment in neat lines. They collided with circles, arrows and corrections. Witness statements were in piles and they were ranked by usefulness and stupidity. Most people get poetic when they're scared. He vanished into the air, His eyes were icy cold, He moved fast, It wasn't natural.

But at the bottom, there was one final document: The End. Colton opened it. Words scrolled across the screen, Julian’s voice captured in text: “This is the last of me. The chains are broken. The bloodline is freed. You will not see me again. Do not seek me. Do not mourn me. Some of us are only born to vanish. Let this be my last gift.” And that was all. No trace of where he had gone. No coordinates. Only absence, absolute and irrevocable. Savannah felt a pang she did not expect. Julian had been tormentor and savior, shadow and mirror. His absence left the world both safer and strangely emptier. She whispered into the silence, “Goodbye.”

wasn't a suicide pill—it was a Translocation. The light vanished. The master suite returned to silence. The red emergency lights turned off. The sun began to rise over the English countryside, shining into a room that was completely empty. Vivienne LeClair lay on the floor, her jewelry no longer heavy, gasping for air. Hope stood by the window, the pulse-rifle falling from her hands. She was the only Thorne left. She had the estate. She had the name. But as she looked at the "Dissolution" papers on the bed, she saw that the ink was fading. Every record of the Thorne-Vance family, every cent in every account, every deed to every building in the world was disappearing in real-time.

As we sped away, I glanced again to look at the 2 guys' status withinside the alley, their bloodless states following the automobile till we grew to become the corner. “They’ll discover us again,” I said, my voice trembling. “They’ll try,” Vanessa replied. “But we’ve offered ourselves a few times.” The Final Wave At the secure residence, Vanessa installed a stable connection to coordinate the discharge of the very last wave of proof. The recordings of Alex’s father and the listing of names had been organized , every report cautiously categorised and verified. “We’re losing the entirety the next morning,” Vanessa said. “Once this is going live, the cleanup team will not have any cause to goal

If the rumors are true, waiting is not neutral. I pack what I can carry. Food, cloak, nothing sentimental. I don’t have anything sentimental left. The window opens on darkness and I climb down. My steps are quick and careful. Every sound is a threat because I’ve decided it is. At the edge of the estate, voices pass close. Two guards talking, low and careless. “…called away until morning.” “Good. Did you hear about the last one who crossed him?” “Vanished. Without a trace.” The laugh that follows is nervous. It doesn’t matter. The word that sticks is vanished.

Norman suggested as they all turned to look at him. "That's the dumbest name ever," Tamara answered as everyone shook their heads at his idea. "Ok fine. I got it." Norman said again as they all turned to look at him. "Vanishtor..." Everyone laughed. "What's vanish or?" Jason asked. "well, we have an exterminator...so I thought the powder substance thing should be called vanish or," Norman said. "Just shut up bro," Jason told his twin as Tamara came to meet them.