When The World Needed Him Most He Vanished Novels & Stories

I made away with the thoughts as I pushed through until I reached him. “What the hell happened?” I demanded under my breath. I didn't so much as give him a second to breathe, because in all honesty, he didn't deserve it. He’d has plenty of time wherever the fuck he was. “Where were you?” “I tried to send word back, Alpha, but the comm, it just died.” He looked at me, his face tight. “Out of nowhere. I couldn’t reach anyone.” “What?! Are you even listening to yourself?’ My fists clenched. “You’re telling me you vanished for twelve hours because your comm malfunctioned?”

“The business got bad, people I shouldn’t have trusted. Old story." My stomach tightened up. “I should’ve been there.” He glared at me. “Why weren’t you?” I hesitated. "I… I couldn’t call you. I didn't have a way to call you. Things got… complicated." "Complicated?" he said. “You vanished. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I thought you were dead.” "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I couldn’t tell you where I was. I wanted to. I just…"

A visible shudder ran through his massive frame. "I carry only fragments of who I was," Stan admitted, turning to face her fully now. The vulnerability in his eyes cut through Vivian deeper than his strength ever could. "I do not know if my family survived. I do not know if the realm fell. But I know what lives inside me." "The violet light..." Vivian breathed, pointing a trembling finger at his chest.

He cried, but is demand was unheard as the earth opened up and swallowed him, shutting back once he had gone, that one could even tell where he fell in. The moment he was gone, the voice spoke gently, "once we leave, all the memories stolen will be returned and all what you've witnessed will be erased from all those around the world, including Diviners, Father expects the best from you all, coming to earth for such a reason was not pleasant, I hope that you won't disappoint him next time. See you soon." As soon as the light faded, rain drops poured on them, the roads were back to normal and everyone ran home like nothing ever happened, they didn't even realize where they were or what happene

He wept on my shoulder, and I heard months of silence collapse in his little broken breaths. I looked up at Maya, and she was already crying, covering her mouth. This boy, my boy, had finally discovered his voice. And used it to beg me not to disappear. Lord! I wasn’t sure how I could walk away now. But I had to. I had to fix what was broken in the world so I could come back and protect the world I had right here.

IV in his right hand. He was smaller than I’d ever seen him. Not physically – the bed and the gown and the light stripped everything away. No leather jacket. No motorcycle. No scowl. Just a boy who rode too fast because a thirteen-year-old confirmed the thing he’d believed since his mother’s car disappeared. That his presence was the damage. That loving him was the thing that broke people. He saw me. Mascara smeared. Eyes wild. Sienna’s jacket over whatever I’d been wearing when the world ended.

God? “Then why didn’t you come for me? If saving her descendants was so important, why’s you leave me here?” I ask him, my voice cracking a little as my abandonment issues shine through. His eyes sadden, “I’ve told you. We had no idea you were alive, not until you were missing. Heath was smart… He hid you in plain sight. Wrote you off as his own, so no one suspected. We searched for you, but after a while… We assumed the worse.” He says, and my heart cracks. The only person that truly never gave up, is the person I treated the worse after finding everything out.

When I had crossed fucking continents to find him. My heart skipped, my back tingled. I held my breath as a light seemed to emanate from where he stood. Still. Watching me. I had waited for word from someone, anyone, about where he was, how he was doing, even while being bombarded and attacked from every fucking angle, for what felt like every single day, since he had vanished. All thanks to a fucking bastard that he had encountered. That I had challenged. For him. I couldn’t move. Something crossed the ghost’s features as he faced me, and I felt a hole in my chest, a coldness touched the back of my neck. My lips parted, but his gaze moved to my right, where he nodded at Barry.

I whispered. He was there, pulling me out of the muck. He was covered in soot and blood, but he was breathing. His heart was beating. He was alive. He looked back at the collapsed tunnel, at the world we had just destroyed to save a single heart. The Cónclave had won the battle—they had destroyed the city and 'neutralized' the signal—but they had lost the war. Because the Shield was back. And he was no longer afraid. "They'll think we're dead," Nevan said, his voice a low, lethal rasp.

“And then… you disappeared.” I just stared at him without saying a word or giving any expression. “We searched,” he whispered. “All of us. Every family member. Every police unit. Every agency. Every private detective Dad could afford. The news channels ran your story for months.” I didn't want to get emotional, but my vision blurred with tears. “But we failed,” Caleb admitted. “And the world blamed us. Especially Dad. They called him irresponsible. Reckless and unworthy to be a father.”