Romans & histoires When They Needed Him Most He Vanished

simply disappeared. One moment he was standing directly beside me in the inner courtyard, asking a thousand questions about the ancient Moonstone relics with the insatiable curiosity that had always defined him, his hand tucked trustingly into mine. The next moment he was simply gone. Vanished as if he never existed, leaving not even a lingering scent or magical residue to trace.

his voice echoed in fury as he disappeared. The crowd was horrified. None of them had expected Oscar to vanish so mysteriously. There were no spatial fluctuations, no warning—he was just gone. Oscar had completely vanished, taking his sinister aura with him. It was clear he had used a secret technique to escape, moving with a speed far greater than before. "How is this possible?" The crowd was left in shock. The most skilled experts unleashed their treasures in an attempt to track him down, but it was futile. Oscar had disappeared without a trace. All that remained was empty air.

The word settled, heavy and final. Somewhere deep inside him, something tore again. Not the bond. That was already gone. This was worse. This was the last thread snapping between who he had been and who he pretended to be. He did not chase it. By midday, scouts returned with nothing. No tracks that stayed straight. No scent held. The old passes had swallowed Elara whole, folding around her like a secret that refused to be shared. “She vanished,” the beta reported. “As if the land itself hid her.”

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.

His gaze turned serious, “We need to talk.” “About what?” I stepped aside reluctantly, and he entered. The air shifted instantly, heavier, more electric. His presence was heavy, even when he wasn't trying to intimidate.. He paced once, twice, then stopped by the window, he almost seemed to be searching for something, “A lot happened after that night.” I folded my arms tighter. “That’s one way of saying ‘I vanished without a word.’” He took a step closer, his voice low but steady. “No, Ivy. I disappeared because if anyone had seen me with you after that night, they’d have used you against me.”

The only light came from a single, broken streetlamp casting long, dancing shadows. My eyes swept the space, desperate, frantic. Nothing. No Darren. No sign of a struggle. No ripped fabric, no overturned barrel. Just the cold, indifferent stone and the echoing silence, broken only by the frantic beat of my own heart. A primal scream built in my throat, threatening to tear its way out. He was gone. He had vanished into thin air. The sense of utter helplessness was like a physical blow—worse than any training strike, worse than any fight. My Moon Chosen, the one I had just sworn to protect, to claim, was simply… gone.

If he could not think of something, the Viper’s Den would crush him. “Our men couldn’t find Zane. It’s like he disappeared into thin air. He took multiple transits after he flew off from the airport. As for where he went, we are not sure,” Aloysius said timidly. Everything happened so quickly that he could not keep up with the situation. “How can a person vanish just like that?” Jet felt dizzy all of a sudden. His consciousness was fading. He wanted to lash out at Aloysius but when he got up, his body weakened rapidly.

Not yet. But he did. Without a word. Without a scribbled note, without even a cigarette left on the edge of the sink like an offering, a sign, a proof that he had truly been there. He vanished like a shadow you can never truly grasp, like a fever that leaves you at daybreak but leaves you drained, a stranger to yourself, breathless and dispossessed.

He hadn’t packed. He’d just... vanished. At first I thought it was protocol. He was always pulling disappearances, melting into the dark when things got hot. But a week passed. Then two. I called every contact he had. I even spoke to his old handler—a woman with a voice like gravel and zero warmth. She hadn’t heard from him. Or so she said. At his room, I clutched his watch, the one I gave him years ago. Engraved.

He slipped out of her room, retracing his steps, leaving no trace of his presence behind. As he disappeared into the night, vihaan carried with him the memory of that stolen moment with sukoon , fueling his determination to overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. Their love was a secret flame, burning brightly in their hearts, ready to defy the odds and shape their destinies.