Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

They did not rule the world the way vampires did, through fear or spectacle. They did not need to. They shaped outcomes instead. They decided which players stayed standing and which ones quietly disappeared. Later, I learned the truth about my disappearance all those years ago. It had never been an accident. It was the result of a complex struggle over strategic resources, one that involved multiple factions operating both within and beyond legal boundaries. I had not been targeted for who I was, but for what I represented. A means of retaliation. My father wiped out the people responsible. Entire networks collapsed overnight. But by the time he reached the final link in the chain, I was al

“There have been reports of vampire hunter activity there recently.” The phone slipped from Clarence’s hand. He moved in a blur, the air screaming as he tore through it. There was only one thought in his mind. If the hunters got to her… He couldn’t let himself finish the thought. When he arrived, his men were searching through a burned-out ruin. “Our trackers confirmed it. The lady’s scent vanishes right here,” Marco said, kneeling and pointing to a patch of ground corroded by silver nitrate. “But we’ve found nothing.”

He straddled Savannah and raised the pen, looking crazed as he drove it toward her throat. "This is all your fault! You made me lose Violet and Sadler Group! You deserve to die! Go to hell!" The police officers soon snapped to their senses and burst through the door. Isaac pulled me into his arms and covered my eyes. "Don't look. It'll dirty your eyes." I nodded and quickened my pace. … That night, I got an update. Savannah died despite emergency treatment, and Jeremy was detained for homicide. And just like that, it was over.

It was as if the universe had simply hit a backspace key on that specific room and the two men inside it. Vance fell to his knees, running a trembling hand over the perfectly smooth glass. "The Erasure... it didn't finish. The anomaly tore a hole in the fabric of space. They didn't burn, Miller. They didn't die here." Miller stood in the center of the silent crater, looking down at his own reflection in the dark glass. The "Small-Minded" world would blame a gas leak or a sinkhole. But Miller knew the terrifying truth. The blast hadn't incinerated them; it had ripped them completely out of this dimension. In that final, blinding flash of paradoxical magic, Jack’s dad and Silas had simply vani

‎He reached into a duffel bag and pulled out a phone. ‎Held it up. ‎Camera light blinded me. ‎“Smile, sweetheart,” he said. “You’re the bait.” ‎The flash went off. ‎Then the hood was yanked back over my head, tighter this time, and the world went black again. ‎But I could still hear. ‎The van sped through the city, tires humming over bridges and potholes. ‎And somewhere behind us, Mikhail was getting the call that would tear his world apart. ‎I didn’t know who these men were.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one

An enormous man named Nate Bitters: rotund, flamboyant, versed in several world languages as head of the library’s Collections Department, and sole witness to the hit-and-run that took his wife’s life. Mr. Nate Bitters, an odd duck he was, or so they liked to whisper around town. Odder yet since his disappearance. One minute he’s giving a quick, jittery account of what he saw to the authorities, and the following day—abracadabra—he’s gone. Smoke in the wind. No messages, no traces, nothing. Gone, like an obese Harry Houdini. What in the hell?

“Shit” “Go, I will be fine” “I will bring your bag and bike back tonight” “Thank you” Jill tried to hide her sob, but I noticed. I also noticed the tears starting to form in her eyes and it broke my heart that I had to leave her here. I looked up and noticed Vivian coming out, she gave me a nod to let me know that she would look after her. I quickly ran over to the car and climbed into the back seat. As soon as I was in Chad started to drive, I noticed straight away that we were heading back in the direction of the rental. I put my head down so no one would notice as I mind-linked Brian ‘We failed, the witch got to Chad’

Then, David vanished. He had vanished into thin air while dozens of people watched… Moreover, the head of the Nichols family, Franklin, had vanished alongside him. “Huh? Where are they?” “Where did they go?” “How did they vanish so suddenly?” “The head of the Nichols family is gone too!” “How did two larger than life humans just vanish into thin air?!” “That’s terrifying! Quick, everyone, start looking!” Suddenly! Someone yelled. “Quick, look! They’re in the sky!”

“You go first.” Haden set his glass down. “We’ve had two more disappearances on the Valley borders. Not deaths. Disappearances. Patrol pair split to chase a signal. The second comes back alone, swears the first just… walked into fog and did not walk back out. No blood. No struggle. Nothing. I left Adrian’s last mesh at the south ridge and it picked up static at the minute mark both times.” Keiral’s head came up. “Minute mark from what.”