The Vanished Novels & Stories

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Blood glinted under the streetlight, painting the sidewalk in blurred halos. William’s jacket was soaked, clutched to his side, his breath a ragged whisper. Still alive. Barely. The world tunneled around her. Someone was screaming. It took a moment to realize it was her. It had been weeks since she last saw Vane. After that night in the city—his voice, his eyes, the terrible clarity—he vanished. No texts. No sightings. Not even that hum she’d grown used to, the sense of being watched.

Her mind reeled and screamed. His father. A best friend. Vanished. The Vancouvers hadn’t just made someone vanish, they had wiped away her entire family, the Kalashnikovs! She was supposed to be dead! If they had won, she wouldn’t even be here.

"My mind pulling together an imaginary image in an effort to see the face I was talking to. I'm sure my doctors could find a million similar cases for others in my state." ​My excitement dwindles as I look at her, her face strained with exhaustion and sadness. Hope was a feeling she'd been living without for so long that she couldn't even muster it up at this moment. It was sad that she'd been burned so many times she no longer tried or cared... she didn't seem to care. And when I thought about it, Iris didn't seem to care about much of anything. She didn't seem to have any friends or family she cared about.

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

"That is a long time ago. People change jobs." "People change jobs. They do not disappear. Margot Vane vanished from all records after she left Sterling Global. No tax filings. No property records. No death certificate. Nothing." He paused. "I think she was paid to disappear. And I think whatever she was paid for is connected to David Miller." "Why are you telling me this?"

"Who knows where Vincent went? Probably found someone new already." I forced myself to focus on the fabric and designs spread before me, but my vision kept blurring. I wanted to believe Vincent hadn't abandoned me, that he truly was just out with friends. But what if he never came back? The door suddenly creaked open. A tall man stood there, his black suit gleaming under the light. I recognized it instantly. It was the one I'd designed for Vincent myself, a one-of-a-kind piece. It looked plain on the outside, but I’d poured my heart into every stitch and detail.

"Calm down, Mrs. Lawson!" Ms. Watts and one of the school's administrators rushed forward to hold her back. "No way I'm calming down! Like you said, he was the one who booked the tickets. He made the reservation but did not show up. Meanwhile, my son and the other two students have vanished. "How could something be so coincidental? It must have been you, you vicious moron!" she cussed, hurling the vilest insult at me while she thrashed about. "Darling, don't!"

They went inside to check the footage. Jack is tapping his fingers on the table impatiently while Edward is forwarding the footage, it’s half past eleven in the morning, it’s been more than an hour since Val is missing. They saw Val arriving at the bakery. She parked the car and took cash from the car to buy something from the bakery and waited for the order. Jack fisted his palms when he saw few cars following Val. He knew it, they never stopped following her. They better didn’t have a hand in her absence otherwise he would kill them all. “Are they black dragon people?” asked Zach pointing at the black car far from Val’s car, Jack nodded. They saw someone getting down the black car and do s

A breath of two balances on the precipice. He nodded once. Barely perceptible. Not obeisance. Not greeting. Permission. And then he was gone. He turned and blended into the archive’s shadowed depths and vanished without a trace. But I knew what I had seen. Not a student. Not a member of the faculty. Not even an agent. Something older. Something changed. And whoever he was, he had not just figured out how to live in the archive. He had figured out how to vanish from it.

Julian whispered: “Crane built a ghost key into the network.” Sophie frowned. “How many of them can use it?” Julian didn’t answer. On day seven, Silas vanished. No breach. No sensor trip. He simply… disappeared. Elias was the first to notice. He checked the logs. Last sighting: 0300 hours. Standing in the garden. Speaking with Subject V-3. Cameras glitched during the interaction. V-3 refused to answer any questions. When Elias confronted her, she only said: “He didn’t run. He went inward.”