The Vanished Novels & Stories

“I hear them.” Kael stirred beside him. “Who?” Velan’s eyes glowed white-hot. “Names. Dozens. No—hundreds. All at once.” Mira shot up, her hand already gripping her sword. Elen’s breath caught. Kael’s hand found Azriel’s. “Fold?” Azriel asked. Velan shook his head. “Not Fold. Not Forgotten. Not us.” “Then who?” Elen asked. Velan swallowed. “The ones no one was meant to remember. Not because they were erased—but because they chose to vanish.”

As the door swung open, my heart shattered. The furnishings inside remained the same, yet every trace of me had disappeared. My shoes were gone from the shoe rack, replaced by Jonathan's limited-edition sneakers. The clothes hanging on the balcony belonged to him as well. Even the framed photo of Charlotte and me on the table had been swapped out for a photo of her and Jonathan. So during the year I disappeared, even the last role I had left had been taken over. I sat on the couch, waiting for Charlotte to come back and give me an explanation. I waited until sunset, until the courthouse had closed for the day, yet Charlotte still hadn't returned.

“Grayson plays long games. Makes you think you’re choosing but he’s already moved your next three steps.” Ava leaned in, her voice low. “What’s Clause 17, Vanessa? What happens if I don’t follow it?” Vanessa’s gaze sharpened. “You disappear. Not violently. Not loudly. He’s too calculated for that. But emotionally? Socially? Professionally? You vanish. People stop calling. Brands stop replying. Friends ghost you without reason. You watch your life dissolve and can’t prove who pulled the string.” Ava’s fingers curled around her coffee cup. “I didn’t sign Clause 17.”

We walk aimlessly around the beach and I notice things, the noise has reduced, I look around, it less crowded. "Are you okay?" Vanilla asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say as I stop walking, I hold her second hand and I say "Let's start over." "We can't. We've ended." and slowly every piece of her begins to fade away. "Vanilla?" I say in anguish, trying to hold on to her, but I can't, as she disappears into nothingness. "Fiona!" I scream in absolute loneliness. _____

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

The girl is the coder Lorenzo said about the girl. So what are we going to do with this situation I mean what is the plan, for the thing that we have to do what do we do about it? We are going to do things the way he said. We will disappear from sight. Vanessa is a person who loves computers and the internet. She thinks about technology all the time. We are going to become invisible like ghosts. Nobody will be able to find us. We will be like people who do not exist. Vanessa will have to learn to live without her digital world. We are going to go and we will be free, from all the things that are watching us. We will be ghosts. We will be able to do what we want without anyone knowing what we

David confidently walked towards the black van when he heard the car door slide open, dragging along some baseball bat. David's eyes widened like saucers upon sighting the dead bodies all over the floorboard and car seats of the black van. His body trembled in fear, and he stumbled back, landing on the ground with a thud. David instinctively crawled back, his fearful eyes staring at lifeless ones. "Aah!" He screamed, "B-body! Dad, there're corpses!" Tray signaled his men to surround the black van. Fuck, it smells like shit! David covered his nose in disgust, the sickening smell of blood overwhelming his senses.

"Ouch," "Uncle Vincent filed for a divorce and was able to provide enough evidence to deem Alyna as an unsafe parent and got sole custody of their two kids, didn't have to pay alimony, and she wasn't allowed to visit them at all." Serafina lay back on the blanket, staring at the black sky, suddenly finding it much colder than a few minutes ago. "Some say she found another guy and ran away with him, some say she couldn't take the guilt of her actions and disappeared, while others say that she killed herself. But whatever the case, she hasn't been seen or heard from."

"I checked with border patrol. She applied for exit clearance days ago. Her flight left three mornings back." Another beat. Harder. "She resigned from the Pack." Kaelan went still. Three seconds. Then he was moving, long strides eating up the floor. "This has gone too far." His voice came rough. "She paid them off. All of them. They're lying for her." He said he didn't believe it. But his body told a different story. He tore through the villa. Kicked open the basement door. Silence. Everything I'd kept down there—gone.

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?