When The World Needed Him Most He Vanished Novels & Stories

“I was walking home from a party. A girl stopped me. Said she needed help. Her sister had been in an accident, and she could not carry her alone. She begged me to come. I followed. Next thing I remember, I woke up covered in blood. People were screaming, pointing at me, saying something had gone wrong.” My frown deepened. He had vanished two years ago, presumed dead, but this was no ordinary disappearance. Someone had baited him. Someone had chosen him. “Who was this woman?” I asked, my voice sharpening slightly. “She never told me her name,” he said quickly, shaking his head. His eyes darted to the man beside him, then back to me. “I never saw her again.”

I closed my eyes briefly, not knowing what to say and when I opened them, He was gone, disappeared into the darkness. No traces of him could be found that he was ever here. " Just who was he?" I muttered silently.

“And I have no explanation.” Neither did I. But the image burned in my mind—the impossible reflection, the apology, the way he vanished like smoke. Who the hell was he?

Because Zahar Litvin wasn’t just anyone. He was the man who once made me consider skipping my own sixteen-birthday party just so I could hide from the way he looked at me that night. Or the way I had hoped—prayed—he’d look at me. Then he vanished. No explanation. No final dinner with Dad. No awkward goodbye to me. One night he was here; the next morning his doors were shut and his car was gone. I waited. I checked the mailbox every day for a letter that never came. I stood outside his house, feeling stupid for even hoping he’d ever come back.

“He was stationed in the southern frontier years ago. He knew the land better than anyone. He... he disappeared a few months before the attack.” Evander went still. “He disappeared?” I nodded. “No letter. No word. Everyone said he was too old to fight, that he must have gotten sick and gone somewhere to die in peace.” I shook my head. “But I never believed that.” “What was his name?” “Marcus Kalieth.” His shoulders tensed, and his eyes flicked away like the name pulled something old from memory. “You’ve heard of him?” “I’ve heard whispers,” he replied carefully. “Old records. Old enemies. But nothing solid. If your grandfather was stationed there, and he vanished before the attack, then this

I am certain that if he hadn’t been momentarily taken aback we would have been dead. The surrounding was a little too calm and quiet which suited us because at the moment; I wanted to hide, from the world, from everyone. ‘But there is no one now,’ a voice whispered at the back of my mind. ‘You could disappear, you know,’ the voice continued, its words acting like molasses. It was the truth. I had no one. My parents were gone. My pack had abandoned me. My mate...maybe hates me and clearly doesn’t want anything from me. It would be so easy… I should have...should have let him-

“You have been thinking about her? Where were you when she was struggling to raise me alone? Where were you when she was fighting for her life after the accident? Where the hell were you when I needed a family to stay when my mother passed away? “That’s… that’s what I need to explain. It may not seem like it but I tried to be present even as a secret. Things happened, things I couldn’t control. I was forced to disappear.” Forced to disappear? What is he? A drug dealer ? Or wanted by the FBI? His words sounded like riddles, more like excuses wrapped in mystery. “You left,” I snapped before I could stop myself. The anger spilled out, raw and jagged, tearing through the mask I’d tried to keep.

The shadows of the city outside the small, dimly lit café wrapped around me like a suffocating cloak. I kept my back straight, my hands clenched around the coffee cup in front of me, trying to steady my breath as I waited. The air was thick with uncertainty, my heart was pounding in my chest, and every tick of the clock seemed to stretch further than it should have. I hadn’t seen him in years. My father, the man who had vanished without a trace, leaving me with nothing but whispers and rumors. He had disappeared after my mother’s sudden departure. One day, he was just... gone. I never understood why. Not until now.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

He cut us no slack even though we were new. And not to mention that he was constantly monitoring Byron. How could a guy as big and strong looking as him just...disappear? “Where was the last time that anyone saw him?” “They were out on a mission to intercept a cargo full of kids. After that...nothing. It was like their whole crew just disappeared. The others that were found were dead. I guess I don’t even know if I should be thankful or not that he wasn’t found.” I somehow knew his pain, but I did not tell him that because I don’t want to take away this chance for him to vent just to talk about my father. That would just be rude. Instead, I just placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting