When The World Needed Him Most He Vanished Novels & Stories

The journey in the van was a blur of bumps, turns, and the constant, chilling presence of his unknown captors. Eventually, the world faded into a black void, a merciful escape from the terror, or perhaps simply the result of a blow to the head he hadn't even registered.

Without a single glance back, his monstrous form leaped through the hole, disappearing instantly into the darkness and the wild trees beyond. He was gone. An oppressive, terrible silence followed, heavy, broken only by the distant crackle of the growing fires below. I stood frozen before the observation glass, my hand still pressed against it, my entire body trembling so violently my knees felt ready to buckle. The man I loved was gone. He had become the very nightmare he had fought so hard to suppress. Slowly, Vane walked up behind me. He didn't look panicked by the destruction of his lab. If anything, he looked fascinated. He stepped into my space, leaning forward, and placed his cold hand

Chloe whispered, her fingers ran down her dark hair. “How could his memory come back so fast?” My throat was drying. "He cannot leave me, " I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed where he had sat. The sheets were still messy. "He was my hope. If he is gone, I am in trouble. The banquet starts in an hour." “Let's search for him again.” Chloe suggested. We desperately searched for him. We drove up and down the hills calling for "Calix ". The only answer was the wind through the trees. The man I had hoped would help me had disappeared into the fog. He abandoned me when I needed him the most.

He said as his head fell back on the car seat then he continued… “But she always did guard her phone like her life depended on it, like she was hiding something from me…” “And?” “Then one day she vanished” “Vanished? What do you mean by vanished?” “I woke up one morning calling out to her, I was 15 then, I couldn’t find her, she never told me anything about her relatives so I had no one to ask… it drove me crazy, every day I prayed and hoped she’d be back but she never did, people said I was crazy and needed therapy… then I was forced to go to a rehab center with some people… that place became my home for weeks, weeks turned into months then one day…he” Lucien paused…

As he was the key to breaking him completely. A knock came at the door. “Enter.” My trusted man stepped inside—tall, scarred, and loyal for the right price. He bowed slightly. “My lord.” “Report,” I said. He straightened. “We searched the trails. The borders and the villages nearby. There is no sign of him. He vanished. It’s like he knew how to hide.” Rage built inside me slow and hot. I stood up fast, with the chair scraping against the floor. “You lost him? You had orders to track him and you failed?”

There was literally no sign of him, it was like Ischavor vanished off the surface of the earth like a freaking ghost. I’m so tired and frustrated, everything I was doing wasn’t working. I’ve never felt so tired the way I am right now, I just wanted to die and be gone from this world. I crave peace so badly but the only thing I keep getting is chaos. If you ever wonder if there was a human in this world who has never known peace, Bruno is his name.

Or worse, he was and just didn’t care. *He promised. He fucking promised.* And then, as if the universe wanted to twist the knife deeper, my screen dimmed. **Low Battery: 5% remaining.** Fuck. “Goddammit,” I hissed, slamming my palm against the café’s glass door. The impact rattled the frame, but the pain barely registered. Hot tears spilled over, streaking down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. Wolfe was gone. My father was closing in. And Rand—the one person I’d stupidly believed would help me—had vanished.

A sound like the sky tearing. And when the light vanished— Liam was gone. Not dead. Not destroyed. But missing. Again. And this time, there was no trail. Just silence.

I asked quickly, even before he could respond to my greeting. There was a long pause… and that heavy silence said everything before he finally heaved a deep sigh. The hope I had felt just moments earlier vanished faster than lightning. “No, Morganna,” his voice was grave and tired. “We couldn't find him despite all the forces we pulled. It was like he had disappeared completely from the surface of the earth.” If there was anyone who could find anybody even if they were hiding under the earth, it would be my father. He had that much manpower and influence.

He flinched as if I had struck him, his massive form trembling as he fought the urge to lunge at me—or to run forever. He didn’t stay. With a final, soul-shattering howl that drowned out the thunder, he turned and vanished into the black waves of the Mediterranean. He was gone. And I was alone in the ruins of our home, with a virus in my blood and an empire of shadows closing in.