The Vanished Novels & Stories

"Ms. Wren? I'm Evan Durham. Please call me Evan. Come along, and I'll show you the studio." I trailed him up the stairs, and there she was—or rather, there I was. The body on the table was my mirror image. My breath caught. She looked uncannily real. Lying there with her eyes closed, she seemed so lifelike I almost expected her to wake. Evan looked pleased with my reaction. "Our work is one of a kind," he told me. "Up close, most people can't tell the difference." He explained the rest with a calmness that felt surreal. It was as if we were picking out wedding flowers instead of orchestrating my disappearance.

Vanishing is not the same as escaping. One is survival. --- The other— --- Is strategy. --- Elena Voss did not run. --- She erased herself. --- Not just from sight— --- From the system. --- From its logic. --- From its understanding of what she was. --- And that made her more dangerous than ever. --- The hidden passage swallowed them whole. --- Dark. --- Silent. --- Unmapped. --- Even the air felt different here. --- Heavier.

A sound like the sky tearing. And when the light vanished— Liam was gone. Not dead. Not destroyed. But missing. Again. And this time, there was no trail. Just silence.

She’s gone. But her power? Her heartbeat? Her essence? I feel it. Not dead. Not lost. ** Elsewhere. Choosing. Clara POV Aria vanishes. Not in smoke. Not in light. Not in death. She blinks out of existence like someone cut her silhouette out of the world. One second she’s in Ares’s arms. The next Gone. Ares collapses to his knees, hands trembling, gold sputtering around his fingers like dying embers. The sentinel whimpers.

“Mostly.” Lira fell beside him, coughing until her voice cracked. Around them, the air shimmered faintly, as if reality itself hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. Every time Kael blinked, the room seemed to change, walls that weren’t there flickering back for a heartbeat, Evelyn’s throne still standing before dissolving again into dust. And in the center of it all, a faint scorch mark burned into the stone, the place where Evelyn had vanished. Lira followed his gaze. “She’s really gone… isn’t she?”

I was a princess stripped of her crown, dragged through the mud of a kingdom my father once ruled. ​Then came the final insult. Years after my father’s heart went still, Carson severed our marital bond to parade his mistress through the grand foyer, housing her in the sanctuary that belonged to my family. His mother raised no objection, her silence was a gentle shove pushing her son further down his path of betrayal. ​"Carson, every cruelty you and your mother inflicted upon me confirms the poison in my gut. My father did not simply pass away. Give me the autopsy report." ​"I no longer possess it, Lora Vance! The damned document vanished years ago!"

Like I'd figured they'd do at some point. But for the one in my grasp, it was too late. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her all around my hands as I dismembered and disemboweled her, at which point she became visible again, and I took her head off. Her body beginning to melt like the other one. Leaving behind the foul fish odor. They don't vanish. They just disappear. They cloak themselves to become invisible. They're all probably still here. And if everything worked, then they all are definitely still here.

Our fingers moved skillfully across various instruments, each movement affecting everyone's nerves. It was not until we heard the "System Restored" alert that our colleagues erupted in cheers. Everyone hugged each other with expressions of immense relief. "It's done. Fault resolved," I said, letting out a long breath as I prepared to leave. Suddenly, my legs gave out. It felt like my body turned to cotton—numb, weightless, no control. Everything became blurry before my eyes, with only a buzzing roar in my ears. My consciousness gradually faded, and my last thought was, 'The data is safe.'

A week passed after that fake intruder incident. Amelthia was doing just great as Niamh while Felix was doing great in helping and protecting her too. While everything was great there, Chief was angry to find the hideouts already cleared. There was no one there and nothing was there to know about Ziven or his men. The place was just dark and very smelly. Chief knew Ziven must have killed many people in that specific room. No clues, no evidences, there’s nothing to that could lead them to Ziven. The Russian brothers could be a great help but they gotta play safe.

"And then?" The assistant swallowed and continued, "The van didn’t reappear until 4 p.m., when it showed up in front of Adams University. After that… well, we all saw what happened." "And the van itself?" Zachary’s voice was dangerously cold. The assistant shook his head. "It vanished on the South Ring Road. The license plate was a fake. We haven’t been able to trace it."