The Vanished Parents Guide Novels & Stories

It was not worth the fight. But without her, he had lost his leverage over Malden. He could not imagine ever asking for his help now. So he was stuck with the book, and the hope that it would be enough to save his father. Ken's father had disappeared years ago, and Ken's mom had spent all that time searching for him. He could remember how desperate she looked. And at times, she would cry in her room. And in several occasions, Ken had heard het mention a certain name, 'The shadow Kempt valley.'

I screamed while tears were streaming out of my eyes. “Please, if you can hear me fight your way, please. I need you here. I love you, Nyla,” I heard a deep voice. Turning around, I tried to see who had said it, but I didn't see anyone. Turning around back, I saw that my parents had vanished and the light in the room was now fading away leaving me in darkness.

“I think it was quarantine.” He didn’t interrupt. Vanessa pulled up another fragment—this one older. Older than Wilson Corp’s public records. Older than her marriage. Her father’s name appeared half-rendered on the screen. She inhaled slowly. “They were not afraid of me,” she said. “Not at first. They were afraid of what I had access to.” Damien’s voice dropped “your father.” “Yes.” She straightened, shoulders squared. “My father didn’t disappear,” she said. “He was erased the same way they tried to erase me.”

“Look at this.” She pointed at a lineage chart Gia had printed. “This branch,” she said, tracing it with her fingertip. “These families disappeared from records two years after my father took power—just vanished. No territory. No alliances. No wars. Like they erased themselves.” Gia nodded slowly. “We assumed they fled the country. But… maybe they didn’t.” I frowned. “You’re saying someone’s been hiding? Watching?” “Waiting,” Alana said. The word tasted wrong in my mouth. “Waiting for what?”

“She wasn’t the same. Not after what she saw.” Ava exhaled shakily. “And you think my dad went in there too?” Jace didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The room hummed around them — the house listening, waiting. Ava stared down at the key, its tarnished surface glinting like an accusation. A third-floor room that shouldn’t exist. A number engraved on a key that should have stayed lost. A father who vanished without a trace. Her fingers tightened around the metal. “Take me there,” she said.

They had erased everything she once was. But Vivian couldn’t form coherent words. She clung to Maria, her nails digging into the older woman’s shoulders as the agony poured out of her in broken sobs. “They used me,” Vivian finally choked out. “They used me and threw me away like trash. My parents... they died because of them!” Maria’s face hardened with determination as she held Vivian tighter. “Tell me everything,” she urged. “We’ll make this right, I promise you. But first, you need to tell me exactly what happened.”

"We're trying to find all your parents." One of the kids sniffles and starts crying. I wish I could comfort them, but the truth is we haven't got a clue where all their parents are. Something sinister is happening in the supernatural world. People are disappearing, becoming hard to get in touch with. Our ranks have never been so dispersed. "Who would like some soup?" Davis asks, turning on the stove. Going to the window, I peek out at the street. The safe house is in a town about an hour from Hawthorn. We won't be staying here long. Just a few days at the most.

In the end, they were nothing but dirt. All Maureen etched on her mind was that she despised Megan and blamed her for her bad luck. Their parents changed when she vanished, and they were never the same again. They had forgotten about her while waiting for her sister to return even though the police presumed Megan could be dead her parents never believed it. Even though her parents never say it directly to her face, she knew by their disgusting reaction to her whenever she approached her that they were blaming her, or perhaps even wishing she had vanished instead of their most favored child Megan. She was too little to rely on herself, her parents disregarded her, and when she felt she was al

It became deeper, colder. “Is this the price of how we raised you? What a disappointment…” One step. Then everything went dark. Her mother disappeared first. Then her father. “No… wait!” She stretched her hand into the void, but she couldn’t grasp anything. The ground beneath her began to collapse. Distant sounds, incomprehensible whispers filled the space around her. “You’re always late…” “Weak…” “You won’t protect anyone…” “Iris…” She covered her ears. “Shut up!”

My parents returned quickly—early the next morning, they were home. Shane, still irritated from their scolding, forced me to sit on the sofa all night. I hadn't slept, my stomach ached, and cold sweat drenched me. I felt utterly drained. Yet, when my parents arrived, I rose to my feet like a reflex. In my mind, they had died five years ago. Now, seeing them alive and well at home felt like a dream. "Lily, do you understand what you did wrong?"