The Last To Vanish Novels & Stories

Jessica held her glass hard causing it to break making everyone's attention on us. "Well then, au revoir, Reporter Han." I walked away from her and slowly made my exit towards the entrance. The crowd's whisper slowly becoming a deafening silence as I marveled through the hallway. I went out from the room and made my way to the garden, just enough to for me to check my service. I opened my phone and called my driver. The person you are calling cannot be reached. "Come out," I said when I smelled the familiar scent in the room a while back.

It’s going to be a long night… I parked my car across the main entrance of The Vintage, shaking my head at the crowd and unusual amount of reporters, swarming The Vintage. It’s an awfully chilly night although it’s the middle of summer, zipping up my black hoodie, I pocketed my keys before pushing through the swarm reporters and entering the large building. As I had been walking through the entrance, I heard the reporters talking amongst themselves about the mysterious disappearance of the Hudson twins causing my eyes to widen. What the hell? The disappearance of the Hudson twins?

I'll keep up the act a bit longer before I 'regain my memory. "Jack, you've been a real lifesaver. I wasn't ready to quit playing, and your idea to fake my death was pure genius!" The phone screen jittered, and then the call was abruptly cut off. Jack returned ten minutes later. He could not bring himself to meet my eyes as he handed over his purchases and hopped into the driver's seat, locking the doors. "I had wheatgrass juice delivered to your place... Are you going back to try it?" he ventured cautiously.

“If they take me, the story goes dark! Everything gets erased!” Maya sprinted after the hand, boots clanging, grabbed the Author’s hand. “Don’t let go!” Maya shouted. But the pull was too strong. The Author started rising through the ceiling. “Maya! Listen!” she called, her voice growing distant. “The 100th chapter... the secret’s in the title! Find the title of the last page! That’s the only way to—” SNAP. She vanished. The office vanished. The copper armor faded away.

It was cold, like fading smoke. "Go, Elara," Sarah whispered, her face already becoming a blur. "Take Mia. Take the Duke. Rebuild the world without a Bank. Rebuild it with... whatever that music box was playing." "I can't leave you!" "You're not leaving me," Sarah said, her voice a faint echo. "I'm just moving to the Unrecorded Section." With a final, blinding flash of leaden light, Sarah Vance vanished. The Zero Room shattered. The Sahara Desert.

--- Ethan’s form flickered. --- Fading. --- Pulling away. --- Choosing distance. --- Choosing isolation. --- Choosing to leave. --- And just before he disappeared completely— --- He spoke one last time. --- “I’ll come back.” --- A pause. --- “When it’s safe.” --- Then— --- He was gone. --- Completely. --- The connection didn’t snap. --- It didn’t shatter. --- It simply… --- Went quiet. --- The entity pulsed faintly beside her. --- Uncertain.

“Explain, Cam. Properly.” I nod once, curtly. “I just got a message from the bodyguards I hired to watch over her. She left the apartment at 10:35 to grab something from the store down the road. The street CCTV captured her walking back out a few minutes later but then there's a glitch and a couple of minutes on the tape are missing before it continues on at past 11p.m. The last thing they saw was an unmarked white transit van headed east. It was as though she just…” My jaw clenches. “...vanished in thin air.”

And Vincent realized too late—that even he was disappearing too. The last thing he saw was the journal glowing in the stranger’s hand and the faint echo of Camela’s voice crying out for him. Then everything plunged into darkness.

“Go on.” “The other is Mark Donovan,” she said, pointing to the man curled tighter against the bamboo. His body shook, and his eyes flickered from me to the ground and back again, too afraid to hold my gaze. “Vanished last year. His sisters put out missing notices, but nothing came of it. One of them was found dead last month. The other has not been seen since.”

*** Then back at Raven. *** *Boundary acknowledged.* *** ### The Final Exchange Raven’s voice dropped. *** “You don’t get to cross that.” *** A pause. *** “Not like this.” *** The figure stilled. *** Completely. *** Then— *Alternative required.* *** ### The Withdrawal Its form destabilized. *** Not collapsing— *** Unforming. *** Edges dissolving back into something unseen. *** ### The Last Words Before it vanished— *** *You will be referenced.* *** Then— nothing.